Thank You Mogs

Mogs diapered last week in what we think was an owl attack. Our newest kitty to the farm had been careful to stay right around or under the house when outside under supervision, and seemed to be acclimating to the farm life when one morning, she was out after I left a door open to load the car in the early morning and by that evening when I came home, she was gone. So much sadness, but also the understanding that she was a free kitty who wanted to explore the world, and that’s always a risk outside. It was during the full moon, and our great horned owl activity had been on the uptick. I’ve lost a few chickens to these awesome night hunters in the past. Even another cat at the farm, Marrow, had a close call a few years ago, with a talon piercing his head- but missing the skull.

There is still hope that Mogs might be at a neighbors, but no word so far. We’ve alerted the vet’s office in case her chip activates, but this little kitty was never one to stray from the house, and her night adventure was sadly, what I’m guessing led to her disappearance. Lucia has been snuggling close at night and back on the porch now that the “usurper” has gone. In future, we’ll work to select larger, fully capable cats that can defend themselves better outside. Mogs was more indoor than not, but she also had a little hitch in her movement, which we think came from a back injury when she was a little kitten- before we knew her. She was a courageous feline friend and good cuddler on the couch. I’ll miss her morning chatter when she wanted to be fed, and her cute bent tail. She’s still scampering around in my dreams, and I know she had a brief but spectacular life here at the farm.