I like to think of them as OUR arrows

"And I missed them, too." Kate was quick to agree, her lips finding the top of the head of one of the donkeys that had already taken the liberty of resting its head against Kate's chest, it's chin tucked against her shoulder. "Dixie, you missed me, didn't you?" Even though they were quite similar, Clint had taught her about the little details who allowed Kate to tell the donkeys apart. "She's a total cuddler. If you lay down on the grass she'll get down right next to you."

Braying, the donkey Matt was petting seemed to agree.

"Isn't that right, Elton? Yeah, buddy, you know it."

Even as she cuddled Dixie, Kate turned her face to watch Matt as he interacted with her favorite animals (not counting Marshall) in the farm. "Have you touched their ears. Paul next to you really loves that," she encouraged, giving that the donkey she mentioned seemed to be curious about Matt.

Courious enough to be sniffing his face and attempting to take his glasses off.