One Big Lovable Animal Farm

The cat snores. We think he has asthma. I've suggested to Brony and Steve that he might have feline sleep apnea. Either way, he refuses to leave our room and likes to burrow in our covers. And he just snores. Or, rather, he wheezes to the point of discomfort. I often wonder if he's just dying a very slow asthmatic death. It worries me.

The dogs drool. Everywhere. We have "slop mops" (old dirty rags) stationed strategically around the house to prevent too much spillage.They're also the size of bears. After spending the summer in Tahoe, I've grown accustomed to panic when I see bears. Consequently, the first few days here, I often felt myself on the brink of cardiac arrest every time one of these large furry creatures came bounding around the corner.

The chickens poop everywhere. It gets on my boots. It gets on the eggs they lay. They even poop on their own food and then eat it.

Then there's the rooster. He crows when the sun rises. He crows at approximately 8:30 am when he's hungry. Then he crows periodically during the day, often at times when I'm about to lie down to take a short snooze. I firmly believe this is no coincidence. His coop sits just 100 ft directly from my window; he can always keep an eye on me.

There are horses. I actually quite like them. We feed them hay every other day and they just wander around in the field, bothering not a soul.

There's a cow too. He doesn't belong to the Markellos family, but I swear he wanders to the road outside of my window every night and just sits there for hours and moos. I believe he's in cahoots with the rooster.

NOTE: I do love these animals. I say this from the bottom of my heart.