Updates on Cardy and Gypsy
Last night Cardy stood silently, eyes neither open nor closed. Her nose inches from Scooter’s tail. I walked by the horses who were either unaware of Murphy and me in the middle of the night or chose not to acknowledge us.
Cardy is not walking in circles. When I let her out of her tiny paddock this morning I noted that she didn’t pick up her feet. She shuffled over to the other horses and then through the larger paddock sniffing the ground thoroughly to check out who had visited during the night. She’s not picking-up her feet. And I wonder if she is eating. She certainly likes to smell her hay but smelling hay provides little nourishment. Cardy is dropping weight.
Every night a family of raccoons comes to the deck. They ffinish any remaining cat food, play in the cats’ water and then sit down on the mat, watching us watch them. They are actually waiting for the last walk of the night. To get Murphy and Gypsy past them without killing them, I throw cat kibble onto a corner of the deck, and the raccoons scurry over and eat, now out of the direct pathway to the stairs down to the ground.
On this last walk, Gypsy was sniffing at the margin of the grass and driveway in front of the Barn. The raccoons were finishing when a marauding racccoon attacked them creating a loud disturbance, The lame Gypsy began barking and ran over to the stairway, and quickly trotted up one-third of the way up the first flight before stopping when I called him. We usually have to help him by tugging on his harness to get up the steep stairs.
By the way, raccoons are part of the bear family. They are closely related to pandas – no surprise in that pandas and raccoons are both masked. The European and North American bears are one line of descent from common proto-bear – pandas and raccoons are another.