As I sit here and type I am also waiting patiently for animal control to arrive. This morning we had a wolf hybrid come onto the property. We live out in the country so it isn't unusual for dogs to pass through. The problem this one isn't passin' through. He has clawed my chicken coop and has tried to jump through the coop window. He throws his entire body against the chicken fence trying to break in and at this point our kitten is missing.
I am a live and let live kind of girl. So I am not one to pick up a gun at the first sign of havoc. I probably couldn't shoot a dog anyways, but I really wish I had a BB gun or some bottle rockets right about now. I hope that animal control arrives soon, otherwise I may have to call my neighbor (he's a pretty good shot). I really don't want to have to do that though.
I pray my sweet Milo is smart enough to stay hidden and that after this is all said and done I will find him happily snoozing in the hay loft somewhere. We don't have our goats on site yet, thank goodness. Otherwise I am sure they would be gone too.
I am not a cat person but Milo is special. He has touched our lives in a special way. I have tears in my eyes as I write this. I cant imagine the devastation his loss would cause, not just for me but for my daughter. Animals have a special kind of way of helping us through tough times, reminding us to smile, reminding us to love. They remind us that there is something "good" in this world. I hope he is safe.
