Noelle has a heart-shaped nose!!!
Ladies, jodhpurs are man magnets. I had a pair decades ago, in khaki, laced up the sides (and no, I didnât ride; they were just for fashion), and I had to beat the men off with a stick when I wore them. I think it was the lacing up the calves.
âIâm ⌠CorgiMan!â
I got whistled at one day while wearing (youâre gonna love this - give ya hope for humanity I tells ya) a dark green wide wale corduroy baseball cap, a dark green WW corduroy skateboarder stylee zip-front jacket, a very dark green cotton mock turtleneck w/fine black horizontal stripes, not tucked into the dark green fleece jodhs/breeches w/dark gray fake suede knee patches,* and paddock boots a lot like these:
w/the breechesâ cuffs pulled down over them. All but the last two items had come from the big boysâ dept at Tarzhay b/c really super tiny then. 
I had a V short punk pixie haircutâŚand probably had copper lipstick on.
How do I remember in such detail? I wore that outfit during Autumn and winter for years, including for riding lessons.
Oh, and long boots with breechesâll do it, too. XD Drives 'em nuts.
*They were full length like jodhs, but didnât have that stirrup part who goes over the boot near the heel. And half chaps - gaiters - easily fit over 'em. They were on sale cheap, and lived for decades. Toasty warm, never oppressively so. They even magically fit, and looked, equally well were I thin or fat. Their fake suede knee patches were V nicely grippy saddlewise. Lots of other riders complimented me on them. The Holy Grail of winter breeches. Never seen their like since 
Jodhpurs are very forgiving around the hips and thighs, which makes the waist look smaller, too.
And I love me some ankle boots!
We always had the tight, stretchy stuff. Iâd love to have a pair of britches or jodhs w/pockets, belt loops, and baggy thighs. Theyâre expensive. Legging-like stuff of varying thicknesses and fabrics, with knee/full-length inner leg patches/full seat patches are most common these days.
They hadta be baggy before stretch fabrics, so a rider could get their left foot up into the stirrup and mount. {Time was, young and stretchy ourselves, we could get a foot in a stirrup that was chest height & easily mount the big beasties. What even are mounting blocks? }
Comfortable short boots are wonderful, but when you can find long boots that really fit on and off a horse, theyâre a godsend. An old book I have called Hard Up on Pegasus says, âGood boots lend an enormous amount of moral support.â
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To un-derail the topic, we always brought our dogs along to the riding school, which they enjoyed. Kesha the Magnificent barked and barked when she saw us on horseback the first time. Mom had to tell her, âItâs allright! You see all these people riding horses here, so just relax. This is something we do.â Kesha thought about it, lay back down, and watched us with great interest.
They enjoyed meeting the horses, and the horses liked meeting them. Our dogs were so cool, even the horses who disliked dogs liked them.
That second one has a real, âlooking out from the prison yard,â vibe. In a beautiful way 
Thank you.
She was looking at the pigeons that were walking in front her favorite window. If wasn´t the safety net, I bet she would jump and teach the pesky birds a lesson. The pigeons know the cats can´t leave the apartment and I think they love taunting the felines.
Noisy friend edition!
Cirrus sat like that for at least 15 minutes. Sheâs an oddball cat. Big boy Joey above her on the sofa back.
I think it must feel really good on their shoulders. Hiro sits like that in his hammock sometimes, just chillinâ, keeping track of our goings on.
Speaking of Hiro, we got the call: he goes in next Tuesday and will be at the shelter âtil he gets adopted.
And yesterday afternoon he turned really wild. Heâs always had playful moods, like all healthy kittens, but itâs almost as if overnight he got much stronger and his play became too much. And like he couldnât turn it off.
Iâm working on it, I really donât want him to be too rough, to hurt his chances for adoption, or (always a lingering fear) end up in a situation where his new family canât handle him or resorts to striking himâŚ
This is our first singleton kitten with no mama or siblings to help get his energy out, so that might be part of it. We do play with him quite a bit already, but if anyone has more ideas of how to help kind of rein him in or redirect that energy (away from hands!) please let me know.
Might be good for him to be housed with some slightly larger kittens when he reaches the shelter. Itâs hard for a singlton to learn limits, without other kittens and mom to deal out the occasional smackdown or sit on him. Ravus would literally sit on Nimbus when he was being a butt.
When Nimbus was in that destructive play phase, weâd do anything that made him run, jump, and climb. The more energy intensive for him and less energy/attention intensive for us, the better. Like laser pointer moving from one side of the house to the other and wands with really long string.