With equine author extraordinaire, Noah Vail
This morning, while lingering over my oatmeal, I watched the Landlord as she attempted to facilitate civil discourse among our barn cats. The Landlord was losing. The scene quickly morphed into kitty caterwauling. Hmm… the word has a distinctive ring to it – Caterwauling for Congress. Or maybe, Caterwauling in Congress. Either way, it felt vaguely familiar, even to a horse.