Ok, so this post may be slightly long and possibly slightly vent-y as a heads up.
Well, you guys know how I took in that little black kitten? Well, turns out he belonged to the barn owners granddaughter. She messaged me through FB and basically started to accuse me of stealing the kitten and saying it was very rude of me to have taken him. I explained the situation to her of how I spoke with the people to tend to the barn as well as the owner and they told me to take him home to take care of him since they didn't want a cat at the barn and he's so young that he's literally fox bait. So anyway, she proceeded to berate me for what I did and claimed they were taking care of him (he was locked up with no litter box, no water, and left over large adult cat food that he would have struggled to eat if he even was able to eat it but if let out, then he could've been snatched up by literally an eagle which we have plenty of or any other creature that decided it wanted a snack).
So ya, that confrontation happened early yesterday morning and I'd planned on riding but I hate arguments and she just continued to accuse me of being a kitten stealer that I actually had a bit of anxiety/panic attack. So thanks to the way I was feeling, I couldn't ride so instead, I worked on cleaning up the pen. I ran into the lady who helps run the barn and told her the situation and she said I did nothing wrong. That girl actually showed up a few minutes later and told the lady how she figured I'd had no right to take the kitten (don't think she realized it was me since her and I have never really interacted at the stables before). Thankfully the lady put her in her place a bit by telling her that she'd witnessed the whole thing of me asking about the kitten and getting in touch with the barn owner about it and all that so I was not in the wrong and whatnot.
But basically, to cut this story a little short, I ended up putting the little guy in a box with water and food and brought him to the stables yesterday evening. I told the girl ahead of time when i would be bringing him. She responded "perfect". I also messaged her when I dropped him off. She responded with a thumbs up. So she knew he was there and yet she didn't meet me there. I proceeded to continue working on cleaning the paddock. I was at the barn till about 9:30 pm or a bit after. She never showed up.
Morning rolls around, kitten is still there. Afternoon comes, kitten is still there. I run into the barn owner and she tells me her granddaughter hasn't been allowed to bring the kitten home. Her dad won't allow it. And the other family member she tried to get to take won't because their dogs kill cats. Thankfully they did leave a bag of small cat food that the kitten can actually eat and continued to use my container for water, but that's all they did. The grandmother/barn owner was left to deal with cleaning up the pee and poop since there's no litter box and he was let loose to wander the tack room.
But ya, kitten is still there. Barn Owner said that her granddaughter has till tomorrow to find a place for that kitten to go. So he's staying at the barn one more night. And if they can't find a home, then they'll give him to me permanently this time. I really hope he ends up at a good home or that I can take him. I literally cried as I left him there for the night. And today when I showed up, he got out of the room and was in the stables but when he heard me, he started meowing and literally ran over to me. He purred as soon as I picked him up and he followed me around everywhere like a little shadow. When I put him back in the room, I left for a few minutes and when I came back, he was sitting in front of the door waiting for me. Breaks my heart to leave him since him and I bonded so quickly. I'm really hoping I'll be able to take him back.
Anyway, so yesterday was a huge drain on me emotionally.
Today has been better. But my shoulders are sore from the 7-8 hours of manure scooping I was doing yesterday and the 3 or 4 hours I was doing again today lol. Also now have blisters on my callasus on my hands so that's fun. But goes to show I've definitely gotten a workout in since my arms and shoulders are feeling the effects. And I'm not even done yet.
Also, today I brought Sam to the farm I live on. That was fun but hes rather unsure about it all. Tomorrow I'm getting up at 3am to go to babysit for the lady and her husband who are heading out to pick up my filly. The filly is about 8 hours away and they want to go in one day to pick her up which is why they're leaving so early. So tomorrow I get to be up early but by evening, I'll have a new filly and I can't wait!
So if you read through all that, I'm impressed. Hope it wasn't too much of a rant, but I needed to get it out since it's been on my mind a lot and I did introduce you guys to the kitten already as well.
Anyway, so here are some pics as usual.
Sam at home on the farm exploring.
Day 1 of working on the pen cleanup. Also, I did already take out at least 13 wheelbarrows full of manure as well which would equate to a second pile as big as the one you see there and then half of it again.
This is the pen today. Got a little over halfway down it. Small hay pile for when the filly arrives tomorrow as well (green pile lol). So after tomorrow, I'm going to work on cleaning all that out which will also help the filly get used to my presence.
At least for kittens it´s easier to find homes than for horses and/or older cats. I say he looks like an Alfred, but that´s mostly because the dramatic pose in the last pic somehow reminds me of a powerful Discworld wizard who decided he didn´t want to die and would prefer to live outside of time as Death´s man-servant. 
Wonder what he'll think about the filly; I hope he'll take her under his wing so she'll feel safer. 
