I know, I look pretty cute in the photo. While I haven’t begun English show jumping yet I am getting myself accustomed to (sleeping on) the saddles. Next step the irons. Oh wait. I haven’t actually been near any of the horses yet either. They haven’t let me outside. I’m working on them. Well my story so far. My momma and brothers and sisters left me. And I couldn’t find my way back to the hay barn. The grass was too tall. But the next day after hearing my plaintive mewing – sheesh I was thirsty – I was scooped up made a lot of fuss over and I am living in some kind of hacienda. Cool slate tiles are perfect for sliding across. The wood beams are perfect for climbing. Two other cats are kinda grumpy. A little black noisy barking chihuahua and a whole lotta huge black dogs. I hear they are called Newfoundlands. I like to nap on them. Speaking of nap … I think it’s that time. Oh yeah I’m called Mesa. Peace. 

– Mesa (written by MaryAnn a.k.a mum)