Post by Cyril Kingsley on May 8, 2014 15:14:57 GMT -6
“Alright, everyone out.” Cyril said as he opened up the stall doors one at a time in a certain order to let the horses out of their stalls so they could go out to pastures. He had a bit of cleaning to do, not inside the stalls no, because that was for the club members to do, but above where the hay was stored, and just cleaning up any dust. He didn’t mind a few cobwebs here and there because it kept the flies off the horses, but he never would let the stables get to the point that they looked like they were never cared for. He could reach all the hard to reach places thanks to his power so there was not real excuse as to why he would ever have the stables dirty. He was going to be getting in a shipment of straw and hay soon, so he wanted to make sure he cleared enough room and in general the stables looked good. The horses all moved along out of habit, knowing where to go and not giving Cyril any problems as he sent them out one at a time with enough space that each horse could leave and go out to the pastures at their own speed.
He followed them out, keeping the stalls open to let them get some air in them, marking down who needed to still clean their stalls and making note down that everyone needed to put down a fresh bed of straw down for their horses and give them some hay when the horses would be brought back into the stalls. Cyril gave a happy skip out to the pastures to close the gate behind the horses so he did not have deal with any horses ending up in places they should not be. He was going to head back to get to cleaning, but then he saw a black flash go across the grass san in his direction. Soon having a cat leaping up into his arms and snuggling him under his chin. Sure the cat did not really have the body weight to knock him down, but Cyril still fell back landing in the soft grass and letting out a coo as the cat snuggled and purred at him. “Who is my purrtty Sphinx? What is my kittykitty doing up and about at this time?” Cyril asked in a friendly tone, totally cooing and loving his Bombay cat that was giving him all kinds of kitty snuggles.
He followed them out, keeping the stalls open to let them get some air in them, marking down who needed to still clean their stalls and making note down that everyone needed to put down a fresh bed of straw down for their horses and give them some hay when the horses would be brought back into the stalls. Cyril gave a happy skip out to the pastures to close the gate behind the horses so he did not have deal with any horses ending up in places they should not be. He was going to head back to get to cleaning, but then he saw a black flash go across the grass san in his direction. Soon having a cat leaping up into his arms and snuggling him under his chin. Sure the cat did not really have the body weight to knock him down, but Cyril still fell back landing in the soft grass and letting out a coo as the cat snuggled and purred at him. “Who is my purrtty Sphinx? What is my kittykitty doing up and about at this time?” Cyril asked in a friendly tone, totally cooing and loving his Bombay cat that was giving him all kinds of kitty snuggles.