You may know...

That Gargoyles Animal Rescue is ran mostly by the efforts of Sheila Shafer-Roberson, and that she has fell upon hard times and is living with her best friend & family - Lisa S. In G.A.R. there are 9 animals, 3 female dogs and 6 cats (4 males, 2 females/Queens). All animals and Sheila sleep in one room of Lisa's house. Every morning all the animals are let outside to do their 'business', the cats stay out, the dogs come back in. All but 1 cat go outside by the back door, Phoebe Peppercorn goes out the front door as she is the only one allowed to be out front with the resident queen - Bella, a feral rescue that owns Lisa and her husband's heart. (She is my best friend after all so we do share characteristics).

I've been telling Lisa that her cat has been very curious about my room, she also loves the fact that I am so 'open' for conversations with her species. She will come to my closed door and meow for me, I always check on her to see what she needs, she usually asks for food, sometimes to be let out, or sometimes just to talk to someone who listens to her and understands her.

She has even came across the threshold into my room. When I tell Lisa about this, I feel as if she is saying "sure she is", but that she doesn't believe me. Well you can't dismiss photographs, now can you. Bella knows the morning routine for my animals, she is a very receptive to all that transpires in her home. Yesterday she boldly came into my room following me just a talking her head off. If I tune in I can get the gist of her conversation and communicate back. I wasn't far from dreamland and my head was a bit fuzzy so I wasn't carrying on a conversation with her and just came in my room leaving the door open because to close it would of been rude and I try very hard to not ever be rude to anyone. When I made it to my desk I turned around and seen her by the water bowls, so I grabbed up my phone/camera and started taking pix. When I showed these pictures to my friend she went through them and said "what am I suppose to be noticing"? I said "that your looking at your cat", she said "Oh"!

At the water bowls for all animals,
she is in between where Georgia & Paca slept.

Preparing to jump on my bed, right where
I had been laying just moments earlier.

On my bed, she must feel comfortable with my energy,
that spot is highly infused with not only my smell,
but all the animals who snuggle in as I sleep.

She is on a feeding station for the cats, nearing
beds of several cats but mainly the
queen she spends time with in the front yard.

Not exactly sure what to make of all of this, she is a queen but she is young and not far from her feral days. She isn't mean in her claiming of space in and around her home. I am going with the theory of curiosity, I've often picked up from her that she believes I have a secret portal in my room >in her mind > all the animals and myself go on amazing adventures throughout the night and by gosh she wants to see this damn portal. 

Love the smell of horses!

There are smells that we encounter in our lives that hit buttons inside our heads and scream "danger", or "yummy", you know when you get a whiff of finger nail polish remover and you grab your nose (unless you like that scent), or when you walk into a friends home and smell apple pie and you gain instant appetite. Well the smell of horse (and I mean all of that which is of the horse), puts me into a really good place. I feel like years have been lifted off my sore and damaged body, I should most definitely dream of horses tonight; red, brown, black 'n white, chestnuts, chocolates & every single one, beautiful beyond words. A girl's love for horses never dies.

A very good vibe was met with us three ladies; Lisa, Maria, and myself, looking over horses, checking pastures, listening to every word the nice man said to us. It might of came off as he was only conversing with one or two of us at a time - but I guarantee you we all heard everything, even listening to what wasn't being said.

The tack room blew me away - not that it was special, it was a normal tack room but all the leather caught me off guard and though I did see some fabric saddles, the leather is what the room smelled like. I used to love the smell of leather - well them days are gone forever. Now I think how in the world could us humans be so daft that we would put the skin of one animal onto another - especially when the wearer is a vegetarian. Other than that one ancient ruler who fed meat to his mares - and my beloved Rebel who ripped off a man's toe and ate it (sounds worse than fact - so be afraid, be very afraid), all other horses are herbivores who much on the grasses and such.

Lisa asked me for my opinion as we were leaving and I gave it a whole hearted two thumbs up. I joked that I was won over with the whole 2 feedings a day (can not believe the current boarder only feeds once a day), but that is soon to be in the past. Trace (as Lisa changed it from Tracy to get away from the whole gender issue), will be one of the most flashy horses out there and will be a hit with everyone. Ditto for Solo, another magnificent equine, that will be going too (hopefully).