I was feeling a little down today. We’ve been having issues working with the regional center, and we had some unexpected bills come up that made me wish I could plant myself some sort of money tree. πŸ˜‰ Anyway….this downward spiral in thinking was interrupted by a scuffle in my kitchen. I figured the cats had probably brought in a bird, but to my surprise it was bigger than a bird. It also couldn’t fly and started to cluck, which made me think that perhaps there was a chicken in my kitchen.


After some Facebook postings, if was confirmed that my cats had indeed, caught a chicken.

When Big T got home, we put the chicken in our wagon and walked him around the neighborhood. We stopped at the home of the department chair for the animal science program at the college where Big T works. We thought they might know what to do with our new friend, who I decided to name Tofurkey.


They own a pet pig named Penelope, and I always love having a reason to visit her. πŸ˜‰


They asked if we wanted to drive to the college to grab a little handful of hay for the bottom of the dog (now chicken) cage, and to see all of the new baby animals. This day was increasingly getting better. We got to see pigs, horses, sheep, mules, and lots of other fun animals. They even let Little T sit in a tractor for a few minutes. It may have been the most exciting thing to happen to him ever. πŸ˜‰






It turned out to be a nice adventure for a hard day, much better than sitting around and feeling stressed out about stuff.

But seriously though, if anyone needs a pet chicken, please let me know. I think our cats have some dubious plans for that little guy. πŸ˜‰