Last night, while walking through the Stockyards in Fort Worth, Texas, my husband and I came across the Longhorns. They are majestically beautiful... I know that it may sound strange to read the word beautiful as the descriptive term for bovines, but it is the way I think about Longhorns. One was particularly stand-out-in-the-corral statuesque... His leather coat was a deep amber with dark and light chocolate swirls and spots of perfect design... But it was the guardian of the Longhorns that really caught our attention. Snuggled down on the wide top rail of the Longhorn's fence, exhibiting total relaxation, was a small feline...creamy white with patches of light and dark gray...Her bright green eyes obviously surveyed and measured us as we approached the fence. She must have determined that we were not a threat, because she continued her quiet occupation of rest and surveyance while we visited the large beasts. Two rather nondescript cats meowed greetings and meandered our way, begging for scratches behind their ears, as we observed the majestic bull click his long horns against any other bull brave enough to enter his territory. We enjoyed our accidental encounter with the majestic rodeo stars of the Stockyards immensely, but it was the Queen of the Longhorns that we glanced back to see as we were leaving the Stockyards. Her green eyes were, of course, targeted on us, her tail gently sweeping the air in quiet command. Curiosity must ask, "What was she thinking?"