As alot of you know, my cat has been missing for the past week. Along with the cat missing, many of our birds have been killed. Last night, the death toll went up.
We saw a Great Horned Owl taking off with my last chick. A splash cochin cockerel named Kernel Fluffers.
This confirms what I had feared. Tinkerbell has been killed by the same owl.
She was an awesome cat. Not like a normal cat. My dad HATES cats and they hate him. We had to get a cat because the mice were running rampant around the entire place. In the house, garage, feed area, pens, coops. It was ridiculous. So, I picked up a 9 week old kitten. First thing I did was put her into a pen with baby chicks and a momma hen. She learned REAL quick not to go near the chicks. And she never did.
She had an unusual attraction to one specific bird. His name was Frodo. He was footless and couldn't get food thanks to the other males in the pen. When I'd take him out of the pen, she would catch mice, still alive and let him eat them. It was kind of cool in a really creepy way. When he died, she fell in love with a huge Cochin hen. She used to sleep underneath the hen at night in the cold.
She could do tricks such as sit, down, roll over...and she had this funny thing. If you were carrying a 5-gallon water bucket to the pen...up the hill of course...she would "fall" down in front of you so that you either stepped over her...or fell over her. Was cute now that I think about it. She also liked to "race" you to the door from the car. It was her thing that once you closed the door to the car...the race was on!
She also loved playing with my Shih Tzu, Vida. Vida was on death's doorstep when I got her but once she was doing better, she was Tinkerbell's playmate. They would run at each other, chase each other (imagine! a dog chased by a cat!)
It was so cute.
She was a Turkish Van and had this marking on her back. It looked like a little boy kneeling next to a manger. I took a photo of it, but can't find it on this computer. My mom was the one who spotted the likeness on her back. My mom was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer that December. We lost my mom Feb. 9...but we still had Tinkerbell. My mom was allergic to cats...but still pet her as often as she could. She loved the cat too.
Tinkerbell wasn't a cat at all...she was a friend, a companion and coolest of all...a cross between a chicken and a dog that came out looking like a cat.
Sorry for the gruesome photo, but it's apparently the only one I have of her on photobucket. She was only 4..
We saw a Great Horned Owl taking off with my last chick. A splash cochin cockerel named Kernel Fluffers.
This confirms what I had feared. Tinkerbell has been killed by the same owl.
She was an awesome cat. Not like a normal cat. My dad HATES cats and they hate him. We had to get a cat because the mice were running rampant around the entire place. In the house, garage, feed area, pens, coops. It was ridiculous. So, I picked up a 9 week old kitten. First thing I did was put her into a pen with baby chicks and a momma hen. She learned REAL quick not to go near the chicks. And she never did.
She had an unusual attraction to one specific bird. His name was Frodo. He was footless and couldn't get food thanks to the other males in the pen. When I'd take him out of the pen, she would catch mice, still alive and let him eat them. It was kind of cool in a really creepy way. When he died, she fell in love with a huge Cochin hen. She used to sleep underneath the hen at night in the cold.
She could do tricks such as sit, down, roll over...and she had this funny thing. If you were carrying a 5-gallon water bucket to the pen...up the hill of course...she would "fall" down in front of you so that you either stepped over her...or fell over her. Was cute now that I think about it. She also liked to "race" you to the door from the car. It was her thing that once you closed the door to the car...the race was on!
She also loved playing with my Shih Tzu, Vida. Vida was on death's doorstep when I got her but once she was doing better, she was Tinkerbell's playmate. They would run at each other, chase each other (imagine! a dog chased by a cat!)
She was a Turkish Van and had this marking on her back. It looked like a little boy kneeling next to a manger. I took a photo of it, but can't find it on this computer. My mom was the one who spotted the likeness on her back. My mom was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer that December. We lost my mom Feb. 9...but we still had Tinkerbell. My mom was allergic to cats...but still pet her as often as she could. She loved the cat too.
Tinkerbell wasn't a cat at all...she was a friend, a companion and coolest of all...a cross between a chicken and a dog that came out looking like a cat.
Sorry for the gruesome photo, but it's apparently the only one I have of her on photobucket. She was only 4..
