The goats are not the only animal in my life. I also have a small ginger tom cat called Ginga. We found Ginga living under the hotel as a half grown kitten. He was totally wild and tried his hardest not to be noticed by people, but when you live in the country and have plagues of mice to deal with a cat can be quite handy to have around, so we persevered with taming him.
A year later Ginga is quite a different cat. He lives outside but delights in coming inside and rolling around on the carpet when he can. He follows me around and loves to scare the goats by dropping out of a tree as they pass by (the goats hate the tree climbing goat eating monster and chase him when ever they can). He is still wild and won't let you pat him and he is clever enough to have twice escaped from a cat trap (spoiling my plans for a trip to the vet). Ginga also has an odd habit of generously sharing his food with others.
In early 2012 Penny & Nairn moved from central Wellington to South Westland. Welcome to the record of their adventures.