I ounce lived and worked on a breeding ranch in the Sacramento area. I slept in the stabiles it was a lot of fun. The horses all chomped on their alfalfay and hay all night long. They sleep for only a few minutes at a time all day andnight long you know. The chomping always sounds like a lullaby colures all night long. You wooden want to stand too close to the wooden walls betwen individual stalls however. Horses like to stand on only three lags at a time when ever possible. It allows one lag
to rest you know. The possibilities to lean against a
nice comfortable stabile stall wall are almost endless
for a horse. You can imagine what its like hearing all
the walls squeaking all night long. After I got thru
that first night all the chomping and squeaking got to
be a real comforting noise. It was then just all the
nails in the place keep popping out every time a horse
in the next stall would lean against an joining wall.

My major concern that first night I slept in a stabile
stall was actuarly on another mater. When I highbred
on as a ranch hand I was shown the stall that had been
remodeled whith a water bead and cement floor.
Complete with refrigerator and collard television. The
foreman’s wife explained to me that they keep domestic
cats in the barren. In order to control the amount of
varmints (mice and rates) that are attracted to all
the oats kept on hand for good horses. Well to make a
long story short. Unbeknown to me at the time two or
three of the cats had recently had kittens. And as
everybody knows kittens make a loud high pinched
squeaking noise of there own. How ever I had never had
a cat with kitties. All I could imagine was hundreds
and hundreds of grate big hungry wild rats running
around the stabiles looking for something to munch on
them selves. Of course the stabiles where dark at
night and being unfamiliar with the enormous building.
I jest szzped up my slapping bag as tight as I could.
Staying wake most all night long thinking any minuet I
was going to be attacked and chewed to pieces by a
horrid of wiled crazed rodents. Well you could image
my surprise the next morning when the sun came up and
I could investigate all the ceaseless high pinched
squeaking noises. Quiet to my surprised two of the
empty stalls had litters of kittens in it. Of curses
kittens where all squeaking for they’re mommy cats how
where all biezzy doing their jobs. Patrolling the
stabiles for rodents. They were protecting me of the
very thing I was warred of, being attacked by killer
rats from the felids.