Our House Cow

Now, you might be amazed to know that we are harboring a house cow on our premises these days. Frankly, I’m not sure how the zoning laws would apply so the less said, the better right? I will admit that we were taken in at first as he is pretty small for a cow and after almost two years hasn’t grown substantially.

We discovered the hidden fact when my husband had been cutting grass and tracked some into the house. Well, what we thought was a cat turned out to be a grass-starved cow! Since he discovered that grass comes from outside the big door in the hallway, known as the entrance to the rest of us, he breaks out into pathetic ‘moos’ whenever one of us goes outside and forgets to bring in a handful of grass to satisfy his craving. His piteous ‘moooomewows’ are heartbreaking and usually send us right back out to procure the needed addition to his diet.

He has a few other requirements. Don’t just toss down a few blades of grass onto the kitchen floor. He won’t eat them. Don’t forget to wash the grass. He won’t eat them. He wants a paper plate and nice, damp grass and usually leaves us along the rest of the day . . . unless we venture out the front door for the mundane purposes of bringing in the mail, putting the trash cans away, or watering the lawn.