I live with the bipolar schizophrenic house-squirrel, and the sweet barn cat is the one who punched me in they eye...

Dice thinks it's fun to jump onto things.  So far that includes the top rail of the fence, Phoenix's back, and me.  Yesterday he aimed for my shoulder just as I turned my head and BOOMF he got me in the left eye.  Felt like he left a claw in there.

Ever since he launched himself onto Phoenix's back during a "parts of the horse" lesson, I realized I have to break the cat of this habit.  I just didn't get the retraining done on time, it turns out.

He's an adorable, fun, cute and friendly dude of a cat.  I treasure him.  I sat in the emergency room for two hours last night, thinking about how stupid it is that I had to cancel a lesson at an indoor arena last night because my super-lovey barn cat loves me so much he thought he should crawl right into the hood of my coat to get closer to me.

Meanwhile, Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds, the fluffy mercurial crazy feline, who growls like the devil one second and then meows like a cute kitten the next, and has been very likely to move out of here for a few months now, has been all cuddly and sweet today.  She gently placed her paws on my shoulder during breakfast this morning.  I turned my head.  Her face was right beside my left eye.  She purred and nudged my cheek.

Cats are friggen weird, man.