Sometimes when Zinnia comes into the barnyard I mistake her for Merricat. They are close enough in size and color and are always running here and there.
Zinnia usually stays on the other side of the fence when I feed the donkeys and sheep. She’s too into the manure, frozen or not. And although she sometimes startles the sheep with all her running, she also tries to be friendly with them, sniffing noses and butts.
This morning Zinnia seemed to be trying to make friends with Merricat and Asher through the gate. Merricat was less trusting, but she got to Asher.