Chicken who thinks she’s a cat….

our ex battery were just the same.

That's sad about the other rescues.
DD has rescues too.

I hope the cats know the pecking order! 🙂

Somewhere I have a photo of my mother's cat with a baby (Red!) squirrel on her back. She was pregnant at the time (the cat, not my mum) and her mothering hormones must have kicked in early, because her milk came and she fed the squirrel, loved it and groomed it diligently.
Sadly, Tufty disappeared one day and we assumed another cat had eaten him. Nature is strange at times.

We had lots if chickens,but Henny penny Rhode island red,hand reared by me,thought I was her mummy.
She used to come sit with me for a cuddle,and then lay her egg into my hand.
She co existed along with our black lab,and eat her food too,such happy days.

Years ago, in Vanuatu, ( on Erakor) we came across this little black pig who thought he was a dog and followed the dogs around, even went swimming with them. Very cute. He would follow you when you went for a walk.

We used to have a big orange cat (what I call a house lion) who we suspect thought he was a dog. He tried to make friends with a dog once, although she appeared not to know quite what to make of him.

Some people say that all orange cats share a single brain cell that they have to take turns accessing. While Biggie was lovely, never met a hooman he didn't like, and was pretty good with other cats, I don't think the poor sod had ever HEARD there was a brain cell available, let alone got access 😂

Here he is in the laundry basket. I suspect maybe he tried to help, except it appears he thought he WAS the laundry.

I have never heard that about orange cats. We had a ginger tom for 16 years, lived way out in the country and he needed to keep his wits about him to stay alive that long. I can still see him returning from the fields, dragging between his legs a hare that was half his length again.

I don’t know about the single brain cell, but although the 3 cats dd acquired not long ago are all cuddly, the ginger tom is the cuddliest. The other 2 are black (male) and tortoiseshell (female).

jackyB lovely picture i my mind,made me laugh.

agnurse

We used to have a big orange cat (what I call a house lion) who we suspect thought he was a dog. He tried to make friends with a dog once, although she appeared not to know quite what to make of him.

Some people say that all orange cats share a single brain cell that they have to take turns accessing. While Biggie was lovely, never met a hooman he didn't like, and was pretty good with other cats, I don't think the poor sod had ever HEARD there was a brain cell available, let alone got access 😂

Here he is in the laundry basket. I suspect maybe he tried to help, except it appears he thought he WAS the laundry.

That is so funny. Such a handsome cat though. Are you sure ginger cats haven’t had that brain cell stolen by tuxedo cats? My black and white boy is never troubled by intelligence and operates solely on instinct.

My friend hand reared a lamb whose mother has died. It lived in the house and now thinks it's a dog. She has four Staffies and the all play ball together. She has a small farm where all the animals die of old age. It's hilarious watching the now fully grown sheep headbutting the dogs when she wants the ball.

Chirpy was our pet chicken and was also the last one we had left after numerous fox raids. She would sit in the kitchen watching my mother prepare food and hopefully had a long happy life wandering around our garden, once we moved away from the foxes.

This made me chuckle out loud (even though I'm at work and should be concentrating)!! I've forwarded the quote about the braincell to my dear mother who is full time carer to Ould Dadda and will appreciate the humour.

Our old ginger boy was the cleverest cat we've ever had. He used to wake us up by tapping the radio on and off for example! Maybe he had all the ginger cats brain cells?

I LOVE this thread! Thank you.
Nothing much to add, except that I once had a (grey) cat who used to spend his mornings lying upstairs: one spring day he strolled into the kitchen, jumped onto the stove, stood on his hind legs and tapped the boiler. I switched the heating on.

Well, as long as the cats accept the hen as one of them, you won't have a problem.

My mother kept hens when I was little and our cats were in and out of the hen-house as they liked. The hens turfed them out of the nesting boxes when they wanted to lay an egg.

As to ginger cats, the ones I have had have all been as intelligent as other cats - the only really stupid cat I have ever known was an inbred Siamese.

All cats love baskets, especialy wicker ones, and all cats think they are the washing or the ironing. After all you line a basket with nice soft clothes so why should the cat not appropriate it as a comfy bed?

Many years ago we had an absolute menagerie of dogs, cats, rabbits, ferrets, guinea pigs, hamsters, ducks, chickens, geese, quail, numerous parrots, macaws and cockatoos and a large pond full of koi, goldfish etc.
They all lived happily together (with supervision between certain species obviously), but one of my cats was a lovely mum and loved supervising a young (hand-reared) duckling's early swimming lessons.

When I saw the heading, I thought you were commenting on the chicken eating a frog or mouse she had caught. They are omnivorous and will certainly do so if they get the chance (see hooked beak), However I was wrong and have enjoyed reading about all the loving and well loved chickens and cats.

Thank you

feral cat ate abatch of guinea hens the sole left hen was thought she was a cockatiel and tryed to sing with the real one
same house a piglet imprinted to my staffie she would"bark"
if someone as the door cuddled together
she loved my nan and would sit on the porch with her all afternoon
all animals got along well. bunny lived in tub/// her choice

JackyB

I have never heard that about orange cats. We had a ginger tom for 16 years, lived way out in the country and he needed to keep his wits about him to stay alive that long. I can still see him returning from the fields, dragging between his legs a hare that was half his length again.

Yes, our ginger tom used to disappear for two weeks in the woods beyond our house. He used to bring hares, rats, rabbits, big birds etc into the house with him. He had to pull them up and down a 7ft wall, through two catflaps and up a flight of stairs.
He'd come to us very young, initially with his mother, and never quite grasped that he was a cat, not a human.
Sadly he was hit by a car and I still miss him more than ten years later.

A vet once told me that he believed that all ginger moggies had lovely natures, he thought it was something genetic.

Well that vet hadn't met our old ginger boy! He was a ratty old so and so!

I have a 3 year old Jack Russel/Yorkie Cross who thinks she's a rabbit, as well as the rabbit who thinks he's a dog. My vet told me animals do t identify as particular animals and can learn to become part of most packs. Hence if they are together a lot they aren't confused they just feel they belong to their existing family. My dog loves rabbit feed time. I currently have 11 adult rabbits, 13 babies and a guinea pig too. However it's our oldest a d the first one we had who is now 11 that my puppy is best friends with. They share toys, both dog and rabbit version. The rabbit loves squeaky toys just as much as the dog a d the dog will literally follow you into the bathroom for a "rabbit toy" otherwise known as a toilet roll tube. The dog loves celery, raw carrot, raw broccoli etc. She will take two outside one for herself and one for him. He does sleep outside but the dog has a habit of sneaking out when she can to unlock the hutch then he will follow her back in. We often have to check before bed time because we have found him hidden under her blanket in the bedroom on many occasions. The rabbit has developed a habit of jumping up exited like a dog at your leg, just like the dog has developed a method of kicking with both back legs like a rabbit. They are a very strange pair but vet considers it normal.

We had a pair of white leghorn chickens who were a part of the family. Henny Penny would appear at the back door in a state of agitation when it was egg time, race into the kitchen and jump into the laundry basket to lay her egg. She would then jump down and twine round my legs until I gave her a little bit of cheese, after which she'd happily go back into the garden. She and Cocky Locky always tried to roost on the dining room windowsill at night and we had to carry them to the henhouse. We moved to the countryside where, alas, they were both killed by a neighbour's dog. Much missed.