Screamin’ Chicken Update

To catch you up to date… The shunned kitten that was stalked and abused by one of the elder female cats in the semi-feral feline herd, had taken to hiding in relative safety of the fruit and nut trees in the garden. That was how I found the kitten from it’s pitiful meows that kept getting louder and more insistent as I picked fruit. This is also the kitten that is a real diva, and screams bloody murder if the stalking cat gets close. The noise it (I have now determined it is a female) makes it sound like the abusing cat is torturing her. There is much more acting involved that actual maiming. This girl is a superb actress along with her fine hiding skills.

Over the last couple of weeks, the frightened kitten now named Screamin’ Chicken, has really taken to be a friendly sort. When I walk toward the garden with some cat kibble I sing the song from Sesame Street “There are chickens in the trees. Oh there are chickens in the trees…” and Screamin’ Chicken will come running from wherever she is hiding to chow down. The tree thing is how she got her name.

By the second sentence in the stanza, Screamin’ Chicken will drop out of whatever tree she is currently hiding in and will come running.

After her meal she will follow me throughout the garden. She finds a way to walk right between my feet to get a good rub with my left foot as it steps into the soft earth, then veers to the right foot as it steps down. She zig-zags her way in whatever direction I go purring to beat the band. She really enjoys to be picked up and petted before being set down to go on her merry way.

Her favorite spot to chow down is at the bench at the edge of the garden beneath the crab apple tree and close to a hidey spot under the bench in case one of the mean older cats stray away from the barn duties.

As for my suggested lunch at the restaurant that this kitten was named after, that hasn’t happened yet. Actually no lunches have happened yet, seems like any time I get away from the farm is just to deliver firewood, pick up apples for our fruit loving cows, or quick grocery trips. I’m still planning on visiting the Screamin’ Chicken in Gaston one of these days now that the weather has definitely turned more autumn than summer.

(For those who would like to see the Sesame Street song on You Tube, type in Sesame Street chickens in the trees. I cannot seem to add it as a link.)