Alas, we horses are not patient creatures. It is a trial to us to be immobile. Our legs itch, our tails twitch and our noses tingle if we are forced to hold our flesh in stillness. E'en in sleep, many a horse will stand upright rather than lie, for we find comfort in the texture of the grass beneath our hooves and in the readiness of our limbs for flight.
Just that intense understnading of what it is to be a horse- how true! And I love the reaction to the Prancing Pony!
Her green-gold eyes flickered briefly in my direction, and then she stifled a yawn. Next the insolent creature took the time to stretch languorously from the tip of her front paws to the end of her long tail, all the while balanced upon the narrow wooden wall. I sputtered impatiently at her manner of supreme indolence and haughty superiority. Finally the cat turned and stared directly into my eyes.
"Shadowfax, is it? Hmm… Never heard of you," she said. "Must not be from around here…"
Made me laugh too- that pricked his pride!
And I am very flattered by the reference -and that a cat should use it , even more so. Love Mugwort - so quintessentially feline in every respect!