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Jolly is the only member of the family for whom some money was paid (besides the $1 for Jax).  Still he was a rescue case in our eyes as he was under nourished, full of parasites and had horribly neglected hooves.  With lots of love, good feed, herbs and regular trimming he soon turned around.  So far around in fact that he became quite a handful.  It is evident that his former caretakers "easy" temperament description had more to do with ill health than with his horseonality! 

Jax is our $1 horse.  He was adopted from a kind man who wanted to give him a chance despite his diagnosis as terminally lame at the young age of six with Navicular Syndrome (what we call High Heel Syndrome).  While it took some time, he is now gravel crunching sound.

When our house was completed and we first moved in together as a family Kat told the universe that we would take in any critters who showed up needing a home.  Rufus was the first.  Kat had grown up always having big dogs, but we all got used to the comfort of a lap dog really quick!

Within a month after adopting Rufus, a little calico kitten we named Jasmine made a home in our our woodpile.  Soon we were able to coax her into the house. 

Tiger Lily showed up frightened and skinny, on the stoop to our sliding glass door during dinner on Griffin's 7th birthday.  She was nothing but a bag of bones as this photo taken that day will attest.  Probably due to her tough start she prefers to stay indoors.

Meadow was adopted, as a very sick kitten from a yard sale.   She was one of seven litter mates.  When Kat cautiously asked Gary if we could a kitten home, he said, "not all seven!"  It's something we joke about to this day.

Marble found her way to our property and settled into a tree where she cried all night before we could coax her down.  Like the other kitties, she prefers to be near you!

Mr Bingley came to us spring 2010 as a scrawny feral stray.  We first saw him eating vegetable scraps out of the compost bin.  We spent a few months sweet talking him and coaxing him with food.  We were finally able to catch him with a humane trap and have him tested for FIV and fixed but boy was he mad!  He will meow when you meos to him but he still dashes when we get closer than 10 feet. He happily patrols, sleeps and eats in the barn.  We hope one day he'll allow us to give him physical affection, but for now we are thankful he is healthy and safe.