Prince, the Unexpected Guest

 This is Prince, well, that’s the name I gave him.

At the yoga school, there’s a closed fence to keep animals out. Otherwise, cows wander in, poop everywhere, or sneak into the kitchen and eat whatever they find. So basically, no cow is supposed to be inside the property.

But about two weeks ago, something changed. Suddenly, a cow started showing up, always the same one. We still don’t know how is he entering inside, but he somehow gets in. He just walks in, calm and confident, and begins eating the grass. He seems so happy, so free, at peace.

After he finishes (which usually takes a few hours), he leaves on his own, only to come back the next day at exactly the same time. It’s become his little routine.

Since he’s always the same visitor, I decided to name him Prince. Why Prince?

Well, my teachers, the owners of the yoga school, are like the King and Queen here. The male cat, who behaves like a mix between a monkey, a dog, and a cat, is obviously God. So, naturally, this royal cow had to be Prince.

Maybe one day he’ll arrive with a Princess, and they’ll have little cowiiis running around the garden. That would be adorable.