I think it was the boots that sealed our friendship. When Cat and I first began living together I was still in college and very active on the intercollegiate equestrian team. I was going to school full time, working part time, and riding every moment in between. Often that meant riding early in the mornings before class, and more often than not actually going to class still in my boots and breeches. Lucky for me at the time the "Equestrian Look" was making a comeback in the fashion world and I did not get too many strange looks. In fact, most of my college friendships began in this way:
Random Student: "Hi! Where did you get that darling outfit?"
RS: "So, did you go riding today?"
RS: "So what, do you ride EVERY day??"
Me: "Ummm... yeah."
Still, some aspects of my horse life were just beyond her. One incident in particular I remember. We were in my car and she was digging in my console looking for a pen or some such normal thing. Suddenly she pulled out an object, and the conversation that followed went something like this:
Cat: "What the heck is this thing?"
Cat: "Why is it in your console?"
I mean, who doesn't keep a hoof pick in their car's console? Perhaps there was something to this "horse people are weird" thing. Throughout the rest of our journey, and many more later on, Cat conducted an in depth investigation of my car's contents.
Cat: "What is this?"
And when we do get together, she still wants to borrow my boots. And I have to admit, they do look pretty cute.