The Marmalade Cat

Julia had a great big do at her livery yard on Sunday. 64 riders (not all at once!) doing their thing for points and rosettes. It's quite a kerfuffle, with people and horse boxes and horses all hither and yon, and because it's affiliated it is taken VERY seriously. (No, I've no idea what 'affiliated' means here. Go ask Julia if you're that interested.)

Now, Orlando does love himself a bit of kerfuffle, and likes nothing better than to get right in the middle of whatever meleé offers itself, but small cats and large horse hooves do not make a happy combination, so Ma elected to keep him locked in the house for the whole day. Sure, he'd end up seriously cross, but more-or-less sound of body.

Halfway through the day, Julia knocked on Ma's door asking where Orlando was. It seems one of the more anxious contestants (it would be, wouldn't it. This was never going to happen to Miss Super-confident, was it?) was on the verge of tears because, during her performance, having erred twice already, she made her third and most calamitous mistake because a small but vivid streak of ginger zipped across the riding school, dug itself a hole and crapped in the corner.



And we were worried about Orlando?

ps this story isn't nearly as funny as the one about Rose at the end of this post, but it's the best I can do.