Those who have become follower of kitty justice know that my Pa always had a goat. Remember the Billy that I would encourage to come to the fence so I could take a ride on his horns. Also, Prince's father when he bought the place before WWII, referred to it as "Billy goat hill" or " a goat path to the log house."
I have said for years that I wanted some goats and chickens but Mimi always encourages me to not go there.
Last Thursday evening Prince brought a very welcomed billy goat to the hill and yesterday he proceeded to play with it into the darkness of night. Seeing the damage to my solar frog who guarded my flower bed from the deer and how it can uproot plants, I requested he not go near my flower beds with that orange animal. Being a true UT (University of Tennessee) person, I love orange but not this animal near my flower beds.
The kitty justice is that we have one Billy Goat on the hill. Now for the four legged kind. We call this progress.