"Iris is middle-aged and one of our sweetest lesson ponies -- actually, she's one of the sweetest barn-owned, period, she's more affectionate than the horses." Then again, Sif tried to use the ponies at first with people with no riding history, just to keep them closer to the ground. Just in case. Iris was only a bit over 13 hands, and a total social moocher who liked to teach.
Just about as much as Sif did.
"I don't think you did a thousand things wrong! You can't have done that much wrong, there isn't possibly that much to do wrong just walking."
The cat appeared very unhappy, and sat in the middle of the hall licking his paws, in case anyone else came along. Chasing after them was too much work.
"Anyway, here's the office," she continued as she unlocked the door and gestured at the chairs before slipping behind her desk. "Also, she liked you -- Iris, I mean. The cat was male and being a total ass, sorry about him. You'll be sore tomorrow, but I'm sure you know that."