For your information part I : I have horses. I have also one cat. And other animals.
For your information II : My joke about a horse taking your foot for the floor has a personal history and even not limited to one single case. Horses do this to me since I was a child (I don’t know why they always try to run over me. Must be psychological)
Salaam. A
OK, I make my official apologies to Aldebaran. I got riled up, it does appear, over nothing.
Aldebaran, peace to you, mate.
As long as it didn’t give you a headache I should say you have nothing to worry about. 
Salaam. A
No headaches. Just a slight smile, at the last. 
: shoves everybody into a velvet bag filled with fuzzy kittens, marshmallows, French ticklers, and a pinch of faerie dust; shakes thoroughly and dumps the whole mess back out :
That oughta take care of any more problems.
Now, more kitty pictures please. 
It’s perfect! The long haired ones are like living Swiffers.
This made me laugh outloud…
Swiffers hm?
It is not enough that I made him go through life with a female name, because I was promised a “she” while I got a “he” and it took a year for us to find out about that mistake… (partially because of the long hair almost wiping the floor where he passes )
It is not enough he hence goes through life as a Drag Queen because all attempts to change the name into the male form were in vain.
It is not enough “he” is always referred to as “she” since that was a habit from the beginning…
Now he got a new nickname added to all the other ones he listens to, and one that makes me think about dust which makes me think about a woman attacking dust (in our society men taking dust or doing other “house” tasks is still a dream of the opposite sex we men have no clue about. We clean ourselves and I find turning that shower thing on and off complicated enough already).
Salaam. A
Hmmm…maybe I should get a longhaired cat if their fur cleans the floor as they pass…mine are all short-haired.
And don’t feel bad about your cross-dressing cat, my neighbor and my mom both named their cats wrong and call them by the wrong pronoun.
Well, folks, I’m here to tell you, the horse-stepping-on-foot part of the remedy works a treat. Yessirree, you got a headache pounding at your temples, an ache in the nape of your neck, a band of pain gripping your forehead… POOF. Gone and forgotten, when 1000+ pounds of horse places one steel-shod, five-inch-wide hoof upon one’s toes. One might say it concentrates one’s attention wonderfully, although “wonderfully” is perhaps not the first choice of words that will spring to one’s lips.
Now, there are levels of effectiveness in this cure. For example, the hoof application makes more of an impression if one is wearing, for example, high-rise rubber muck boots rather than sturdier footwear such as paddock boots. On the other foot, as it were, the compression is somewhat alleviated if one happens to be stnading in ankle-deep mud rather than on, as Aldebaran has pointed out, concrete.
Nevertheless, having a horse step on your foot will definitely make an impression on you.
It could be worse. I could be like my friend Jean, who owns a 16-hand Belgian.