The Secret Chicken

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Mau Update, or, What the Heck, Cat?


This is Mau, enjoying the heat.

Ok, he’s really not happy with the weather around here right now.  But he’s taking his medicine, and hopefully that will keep him out of the vet’s office for the time being.

I’ve been trying to give him a bit of milk, to help keep his internals flowing (if you get my meaning), but as he doesn’t care for people food in any form, it’s been challenging.  The best we’ve been able to do is mixing a couple tablespoons of milk with a couple tablespoons of canned food (and his medicine) and hoping he eats it all.  Of course, being a cat, he doesn’t care for being hovered over either.

But we remain hopeful, and Mau’s a tough kitty.

Update! or No Gnus is Good Gnus


This just in!  No gnus!

No gnus is good gnus!

Just wanted to let you all know that Mau seems to be doing fine…he’s a little limp from the heat out here, but other than that, not bad at all.

(halfway there, he gave up. It’s just too hot to care about hind legs)

He’s done with the antibiotics, for which we are both grateful.  Now it’s just the medicine for his internals, which he’ll be taking for as long as we both shall live, according to the doc.  Fortunately, it can be mixed with canned food without Mau rejecting it, so guess who’s getting treats every night now?

Also, I want to thank all of you who have helped, financially or with moral support or with links and nagging (special thanks to Sumiko, who’s doing all that and more). And a person I don’t even really know from Requiem Rose Designs is donating proceeds from a jewelry set to Mau.

I can honestly say that knowing I’ve got this support, I am breathing easier.  Mau…well, he never knew there was a problem other than his tummy, but if he did, he’d mau in your general direction as well.

Mau II


I’ve had several people offer help for Mau, for which I am eternally grateful. This is probably the most aesthetically pleasing offer though.

Requiem Rose Designs is selling a collection of jewelry whose profits will go towards Mau’s care. Even if it weren’t for a good cause…it’s some pretty amazing stuff.

Click through the picture to see the rest.  Even if you hate cats, you might be suckered in to this deal…

The Mau-O-Meter


Mau = Cat


The picture you see here is of Mau. He’s not a chicken. He’s a cat.  An awesome cat.

Here’s a little history on Mau.
Many years ago (like 7 maybe), I called up a friend who had a friend who attracted strays like some people collect Precious Moments figurines.  Not on purpose, they just kept showing up on her doorstep.  A couple days later, he calls me back.  A cat showed up on her doorstep.  A cow-cat.  With a black nose.  And a wicked-ugly injury on his back.  Did I want him?  YES.

So I went and picked him up.  He was filthy, his back was shaven and the wound cleaned.  He wasn’t able to fully control his back legs, but seemed to get around all right.  They estimated he was about 9 months old.  He opened his mouth and said…well, he said MAU.  Like a cat and a cow had a freaky duet.  Thus, his name.

So my point in writing this today is that now, after all this time of being Mau the Invincible, he’s spending the  night at the vet’s.  Impacted bowels.  How undignified, right?  Not like those cute little two-legged puppies that people ooh and aah over and make them little carts for their missing legs.  So completely unglamorous.  Unfortunately, just as long-lasting.  Just as puppy legs won’t grow back, neither will his bowels ever again be at 100%.

But the thing is, this visit is probably going to cost more than a whole paycheck, and for those “paycheck to paycheck” types (like myself) it’s a huge blow.  And a huge bill that I can’t even begin to figure out how to pay.  That’s where you come in.

This is a Donate button.

It will take you to a page where you can donate as much as you desire to the cause of Mau.  You have my promise that any funds donated will go to Mau care, either directly to his vet bill or the medication they say he’ll have to be on for the rest of his life.  Vulcan’s Honor.

If you like, you can lend instead – seriously.  If you make a note in your donation that you are lending, not donating, I will do my damnedest to pay you back at some future date.  Again, Vulcan’s Honor.  I can’t make any promises about when it will be, but It Shall Be Done.

So please, consider doing this.  Show your friends.  Hell, show you enemies, I’m not proud.
Mau is a fantastic cat.  He’s our luck dragon, our manly-man, our kitten keeper-in-liner.  Look at this face and try to say no.

Mau, Luck Dragon

Mau is home, seems to be doing ok.  He’s awful stinky, but I guess that goes with the territory of his condition, and will go away.  He’s also doing a lot more curling up with us, but I suppose that’s to be expected as well. He had a hard couple days.

He’ll be on two kinds of medication for a week, then one for ever.  Fortunately, it’s something I can mix in his food, and fortunately, it’s not as expensive as I thought it would be.  Yay!


Herd of Chickens?


Well, of course I’ve heard of chickens!

A herd of chickens, complete with chicken-herding cat.

Goodfeathers Update


The pigeon we brought home recovered nicely, as previously noted.  He’s integrating nicely with the six lovely ladies in my back yard.

Ok, he’s actually kind of annoying them, but he’s trying and they’ve stopped being actively aggressive towards him.  He started molting around the same time as Sprinkles, and looks pretty goofy (as does Sprinkles, as you can see – she’s the one in the front right there).

Cool thing though – today, I heard him do that funky gurgly-coo that adult pigeons do. Up til now, it’s been nothing but awkward “eeeep”ing. It was pretty cool. He came flying over when I went out to give the ladies their evening scratch, and sat on his ledge cooing.

As you can also see in the picture, he’s terrified of the pug. Ok, no. He actually likes to tease the hell out of the pug. He flies from low perch to low perch, just out of reach of poor Oscar, just enough to keep him running and barking.

I’m sad that winter is coming, if only because my time with the ladies (and gentleman) is going to be so limited from now on, and more so as the season progresses. I’ll be lucky to see them three days a week, come November.

Oh well. The cats are in more now that the wet weather is here, and they’ll keep me company.
(and for those who don’t know Goodfeathers, click.)

A New Kind of Flock


The pigeon has decided that it doesn’t care for being shut up in an enclosure.  It would prefer to be flying free – if not far.  So we decided to let him (I’m guessing “him” because of the coloration) try staying out one night – and he did just fine.  He went to the top of the hen house, about a foot away from Henery, and went to sleep.  It’s been two nights now, and so far so good.

Pigeon & Henery at rest

I’m not sure what he’ll do when it starts getting colder, since Henery will eventually start sleeping inside.  I may try making a nesting type arrangement for him over there.   Something like this, maybe. I’ve got the supplies, so I may as well try it.

In other news, I’ve been collecting pieces and parts to make a new hen house, or at least upgrade this one.  It’s very sturdy, structurally, but not very pretty.  I got some vinyl shutters for ventilation, a glass pane window that I think will replace the nesting box door, and lots of Ideas.

It probably won’t start coming together until mid-September, so I’m hoping the weather cooperates with me somewhat.  I don’t seem to be very awesome at making things like this look pretty, unfortunately.  I find myself really wishing that my more artsy friends lived nearer, so I could bribe them with fresh eggs and baked goods in exchange for their skills.

I mean, I could barter.  That’s what it’s called, right?  Non-monetary exchange of goods and services.

Not a chicken


It’s a pigeon.

Last week, my daughter found a mostly-grown pigeon on the ground beneath an overpass.  It didn’t try to get away when she walked close, so she was a little concerned.  She pulled a piece of fabric out of her Bag of Holding and wrapped it up, then brought it to me.

We took it home, poked and prodded until we were sure there were no broken bits, but realized that it couldn’t move it’s legs. They just dangled there.  So, no way we could set it back out in the “wild” of the underpass.  We dusted it with DE, fed it, watered it, put it in a clean pet carrier…and named him “Flipper” *

After several days of taking it out for exercise, it seems to be getting its land legs a bit.  I enclosed a shelf on the potting rack outside for it to live in, but we take him to the yard as well to hop in the grass.  At first, its feet just dangled there.  But I think it’s getting better.  I am pretty sure I saw it push up to sort of walk, indicating that the legs are at least partially functional.  The feet are still flopping there at the end, but it’s progress.

The hope is that at some point it will be able to push off enough to catch air, maybe fly around the yard.  I don’t know if it will ever be able to live “out there”, but at least get a little adventure in.


* Not my choice of names. My daughter found it, so she got to name it. I was suggesting Johnny (as in Eck) but she didn’t like it.

They grow up so fast!


The new chicks finally have names – the larger (black sex-linked) has been named Inkblot, the bantam non-frizzled frizzle is Hermes, named for her winged feet.

I decided that they were getting too big for their small cage, even though they use it for sleeping. I set up the dog house I’d used for the older ladies when I first brought them home, and put the exercise yard around it. As soon as I took the cover off of the smaller cage, the ladies threw a hissy fit. Guess I won’t be integrating the flock any time soon.

Twinks, on the other hand, thinks that the new setup for the chicks is fantastic. She has a much better view now, and a more comfy spot to watch from.
Twinkletoes & Chicks

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