Every morning, rain or shine, weekday or weekend, my husband goes out and feeds the animals, picks up poop, and makes sure they're fine and set up for the day.
For the last week, he's had an assistant. New cat Halley follows him for the entire time. It starts down in the run-in shed, with Gus the horse waiting impatiently for his grain, and Halley standing on the chute wall, watching. Then they walk through the pasture together looking for...well...poop. Halley supervises filling the water buckets, and putting hay in the bins.
This morning she wasn't there. He looked for her, worried, and finally found her.
I guess everyone gets a morning off once in a while.