Cat Sniffing Is Alive And....Well, Not So Grate Akshully

As always, Comby was happy to take a walk out back with me. Hank joined us when we got back to the front field.

"Hi Comby.  Did you have a nice walk?" 

"Yeah, there were some balloons up on the fence next to Stella's so we went up to see what they were.  What's new in the creek?"

"Don't know.  Just got down here."

Murphy and Woody close in to commence sniffing.  I have no idea why, but sheep LOVE to sniff cats.  

I've never seen them sniff a dog or a chicken.  Just. Cats.

"I know you're back there, Murphy. You better leave me alone!"

"Back off, Stupid Murphy!"

"I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"Alright you two, break it up."

Murphy wouldn't leave him be.  A minute later he was climbing down into the creek to make another attempt, this time dragging sweet, innocent little Baaxter with him ;-).  I decided it was time to put everyone in separate corners.  Comby was happy to oblige.