The cows were the size of gerbils. They ran on wheels in their cages. They retreated inside plastic igloos. Everything about them was exactly like a normal cow, but they could fit in the palm of your hand.
Those cows were from a dream I'd forgotten about until C sent me a picture of a cow the size of stafford terrior. He was showing me a picture of the parents of his future doghter. Behind the dog dad was this small cow. I got obsessed. I'd post a picture but it's on my phone and also I'd have to ask C. I'd have to say I want to put the picture on my blog project, which, no can do.
Apparently there are 26 breeds of mini cattle. The specific one I saw is a Kentshire cow. Minicattle dot com describes the Kentshire cow as "a short beefy animal." That word choice feels, uh, insensitive.
Minicattle dot com itself looks like it's from the early internet. I like that about it.
Peace,
Laurel
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