@Sunshine Flock, I have a group of children out here in Maryland who are specifically praying for Jasper. Please let us know if he's home ...
Oh, that's so sweet. Thank you.
Jasper is safe and sound. He's our Chief Security Cat and a good hunter. He's petite for a full grown cat, black and very fast. So he did great on his own in such a scary situation and with so many predators on the run from the fire.
His twin brother Juniper is a cuddle buddy but shy with strangers. He leaves his fangs hanging out a lot, so his nickname is Fangs. But his brother Jasper is super duper shy, even with us, and almost impossible to catch. He also has difficulty passing through the doorway into our home. He can run up to it, but only rarely will he go inside.
The boys were born in the backseat of someone's car. We adopted them when they were six weeks old. One night a few days later, as I was working on my computer, I heard a suckling sound, looked down, and saw both of them nursing on our dog Meesha. She's a Queensland Heeler and chocolate lab mix and really sweet.
For months she nursed them. She hadn't been fixed yet. Her entire day would revolve around nursing her puppy kittens. And now, a few years later, Jasper so loves Meesha he gets really excited whenever she's outside and follows her around and rubs up against her legs. She doesn't nurse them anymore, but she does groom them and shows them lots of love.
The all black cat in this photo is Juniper. We rescued Luna from a parking lot when she was seven months old, the same age as the twins at that time. So we had three kittens running around and a fourth cat of ours (Ezra, rescued from the train tracks) who's very much like a kitten and would organize them into a play group we named Ezzie and Friends.
Okay, enough about cats. Back to chickens.
