National Cow Week 2011

Yes, it's National Cow Week! National Cow Week was invented by the estimable Miss Mercy Vaughn over at Not At All Stupid, and inspired by an excellent cow post by the equally estimable Miss Olivia. It is, in case you're too lazy to click on the links, an event in which bloggers tell their cow stories.

Now, I like cows. Not just to eat, either - I like hamburgers provided they have plenty of mustard, but I've never really seen the point of steak. In fact, one of my favourite restaurants is Chick-Fil-A. (See, Chick-Fil-A, that was a plug, you're very welcome, I can haz money now?) I sympathise with these bad-at-spelling cows in their noble attempts not to be devoured by uncaring humans. (Also the food is good and when I was little sometimes there'd be a book in the kids' meals instead of a toy, and that's totally the way to my heart.)

(Although sometimes I wonder about the chickins' side of the story:

But I quickly stop wondering because that's the kind of thinking that leads to *shudders* ... vegetarianism. Not that there's anything wrong with that, wonderful people, vegetarians, wonderful people, I've always said so, yes I have...)
Rather, I like cows because I find them bizarrely cute, because they make me laugh, and, most of all, because they give milk, which I regularly consume in tea and in cereal, and which can be used to create one of the most delicious of all substances...

CHEESE! (You know, just in case you thought it was the mouse.) I love cheese. I think cheese is absolutely wonderful, and I am very grateful to the cows for it. 
And of course there's another wonderful substance...

Have you ever noticed how easy
bars of chocolate are to draw?

CHOCOLATE! As those among us with taste will know, the very best chocolate is dark chocolate and contains no milk, but milk chocolate still tastes pretty good and will do in a pinch, so for this I will thank the cows. 
I haven't had many personal experiences with cows, which are technically what this is supposed to be about. My family used to visit this one church, though. This church was rather unremarkable, and noteworthy only for having a rather large expanse of grassy land, which contained cows. Because of this, the Younger Sibling began referring to it as "the church with the cows." Not The Church of the Cows, which would make it sound very weird and probably heretical, which I don't think it was. Just with. (Though later we moved to a church where there was a rather ugly little dog and so the Younger Sibling called it "The Church of the Little Dog," which does sound rather weird and heretical, and then the little dog died, so make of that what you will.)
And that, ladies and gents, is the tale of my life with cows. 
(I'm also working on a post about fictional cows, and it should be up later this week.) 
*exits, pursued by a cow*