In a world full of chaos from Russian investigations to Kardashian crises, it’s comforting to know that there’s a natural order to things that remains.
There’s a balance to the world that provides stability. As Sir Isaac Newton’s third law states: “For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.”
We have yin and yang, day and night, north and south, Republicans and Democrats, positive and negative, oil and water, fire and ice, good and evil, the black and white and white and black guys from the Star Trek episode “Let That be Your Last Battlefield.”
And cats vs. dogs.
Lokai and Cheron have not made appearances on the farm lately, but the age-old rivalry of the felines and canines has been renewed with vigor.
My mother’s dog Lucky seems to think that every cat should be immediately chased. He and our female cat Lady Jane Grey have been putting on quite a show lately. Lucky doesn’t come close to catching the cat, who scampers up a tall object like a nearby tree. She’s quite content to stare down at her nemesis from her high perch.
The other day Lady Jane was perched atop our garage roof, arching her back and hissing at Lucky, who thinks he’s won the battle. But one of these days the cat will stand her ground and Lucky will receive a snoot-full of cat claw that will send him yipping away. Those sharp weapons have always been the great equalizer in the war and should result in mutual co-existence.
Until then, the dog’s penchant for chase and the cat’s instinct for fleeing will continue to be the show.
Speaking of a show, Steve the goat has been putting on some amusing antics lately. Steve is our pygmy goat who shares a barnyard with two other goats, two miniature donkeys and some Scottish Blackface ewes.
Steve and the ewes sometimes engage in some head-butting — perhaps for fun or for sport. Allegedly — because I have yet to witness it — Steve has been prancing on his hind hooves after some of these encounters, making him look like he is walking on two legs.
I would love to capture some video because an upright walking goat is viral material. We could also start charging admission. I see endless merchandising opportunities.
Steve apparently also does impersonations. He must have been performing his Donald Trump act because he had acquired some wool from the ewes and created a blonde coiffe that was draped across his horns.
It could have been a troupe performance. Clearly our donkeys Jennifer and Henrietta were playing the Democrats and Fergus the ram could be Sen. Mitch McConnell. The role of Robert Mueller could be either of our goats Peter or Pan, with the other picking up the role of Sen. Bernie Sanders.
All things were possible, but Steve had one problem when it came to portraying the president. His hooves were too big.