We Miss Our Siamese Wolverine

Missy the Siamese Wolverine was a magnificent blend of strength, beauty, and confidence who boldly sought adventure in the fields and forests by day and companionship with her humans at night.

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A month ago I found our beloved cat Missy, the Siamese Wolverine, shot and buried by someone in our neighborhood.

Since that day, we have experienced much sadness, anger, and grief over losing such a unforgettable companion.

Although we don’t know when, we know the killer will suffer greatly for this evil act.

We want to thank everyone who offered sympathy and support.

P.S. Here’s the story of the terrible day: Missy the Siamese Wolverine – RIP

Missy the Siamese Wolverine – RIP

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Someone killed our Missy the Siamese Wolverine yesterday (June 1).

She didn’t come home to eat and nap in the early afternoon. My gut was telling me to find her. I last saw her walking past our storage shed in the back yard at about 10am.

I started looking for her. We had put a Loc8tor tracking tag on her collar, so I can locate her with a credit card sized handset from 300-400 feet. I walked for an hour scanning the woods to the north of our property with no hits. I saw two wild turkeys but no Missy.

At about 6pm Ann and I scanned neighborhoods nearby from the car with no success. Then I walked into the thick woods (Georgia jungle) behind our home and headed east, down the creek. About a half mile away, I was about to turn back when I got a faint signal on the tracker. I slowly honed in to a very rough area on the side of a hill, covered with fallen trees and underbrush. My tracker was saying she’s right in front on me but I saw nothing.

I assumed that the tracking tag or her collar had fallen off so that’s what I was looking for. I was brushing away leaves under my feet when I saw a patch of fur. Missy had been buried under some leaves in a small depression. I called Ann with the awful news and started home, with her lifeless body cradled in my arm. I assumed Missy had been killed by a coyote and covered up.

On the way home I called Ann and asked her to contact our neighbor Chris to help me determine cause of death. He met me in the woods behind our house and walked with me to the driveway. I put Missy down and Chris started examining her. He immediately found a small gunshot wound on the side of her head and the exit wound on the other side. We were stunned.

We decided to report the shooting to the sheriff’s department. They sent out an officer who was polite, compassionate, and professional. He took all the pertinent information and went to a neighborhood near the place where I found Missy to canvass people. Chris and I drove there and talked to several people. Nothing definitive was uncovered.

I believe that we may have a serial pet killer who is an expert shot in our area. After he kills the pet, he goes to great trouble to transport the body deep in the woods to hide it. He never thought that someone would have a tracking tag on a pet that he hid and would be able find it.

Missy had one clue on her body that may help us find the killer.

Many pets, especially cats, have disappeared from our neighborhood in the last few years. The usual suspects were coyotes, which is why I bought the tracking device – to get Missy in before dark. Now we know that someone is shooting pets and hiding them. How many of the missing pets were actually due to coyotes?

The Siamese Wolverine was a bold, strong, stunningly beautiful, energetic cat. Not long ago I saw her pull a big black snake out of a briar patch. Last week she treed a raccoon in our back yard, tackled it when it came down, and chased into the woods. Also, she was bitten by a copperhead on the chin last week and was sick for about 8 hours. She had a charismatic presence that caught everyone’s attention when she made an appearance. Her death is such a waste as well as an act of undeniable cruelty.

On the morning before her death, Missy was sleeping at Ann’s feet on our bed. When Ann got up at dawn to go to the garden, Missy moved to my left side on the edge of the bed and smuggled up against my chest. As I stroked her wonderful coat, I could feel her deep purr. It was a peaceful way to begin the day, a day that I’ll never forget.

We are devastated. We hope for justice.

Our Cat Missy Is A Rascal

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Yesterday was a beautiful day here – 65 degrees
and sunny here.




I was out by the garden making a video for my
storm-proof vegetable garden trellis book when our Missy cat walked up with a
small brown snake on her mouth. She was very proud of her catch.




It seemed very strange to me that a snake was out in
February; it must have been in a sunny spot when Missy caught it.




When I walked up, Missy dropped the snake near the
little pond on the west side of the garden. It appeared unhurt. I picked Missy
up and took her to the driveway to give the snake some time to get away.




When I put Missy down, she headed straight back to
where the snake had been dropped.




A few minutes later she came into the garage soaking
wet. She must have chased the snake into the pond with a little too much
enthusiasm.




Ironically, about 3 hours earlier I put an electronic
tracking device on her collar. (Sometimes she doesn’t come in at dark, when the
danger from coyotes becomes significant.)




This electronic tracker is not recommended for dogs
because it can be damaged by submersion in water. I told Ann that “we don’t have to
worry about Missy shorting out the tracking device because she never gets very
wet”.

Unforgetable: Scooter the Siamese Cat

Five years ago today Scooter the Siamese Cat completed his ninth life and moved on up, one month after his 23rd birthday.

I'm honored to say that Scooter changed my life. I had never liked cats and Scooter obliterated that prejudice the moment I met him (on my first date with Ann).

He was handsome, wise, and fun. His weakness was fighting (look at his ears), which supported local veterinarians and emergency animal clinics. We miss Scooter today and every day.

Young Scoot

For cat people, here are several stories I wrote about Scooter.

  • Know Your Blind Spots
  • Scooter Rolls Past 104
  • Scooter the Cat Is 20 Years Old
  • Sixteen and Wise?
  • That Darn Old Cat
  • We All Need Nine Lives
  • Scooter's Battle Ears (back) 

    Scooter the Siamese Cat photo

    April 10: Scooter’s Birthday

    On April 10, 1982, a pretty Siamese cat gave birth to a litter of kittens. The runt of the litter was named Scooter. The owners of the cats gave Scooter to Ann as a gift.

    I met Scooter on my first date with Ann in 1991. I was not a cat person, but it didn't take long for Scooter to change my attitude about cats.

    Scooter left his physical body soon after his 23rd birthday in 2005. His magnificent spirit lives in my memory. Ann still cries about losing him. He brought us much joy and some tears.

    Our three young cats have assumed some of his traits. Sweetie is a great lap cat; in his later years, Scooter stayed in my lap for hours when the weather was cool while I worked at my computer. Blue, a runt herself, loves to play and is very smart, just like Scooter. Missy is a fierce warrior and fears no cat; Scooter loved fighting (and the local vets loved patching him back together).

    Here's a picture of Scooter. If you would like to read about his life, click on this link:

    http://www.mykesweblog.com/scooter_the_siamese_cat/index.html

    Scooter

    In Memory of Scooter the Siamese Cat

    One year ago today our beloved Scooter died.

    We miss Scooter to this day. If you look into his face (and ears), you can see that he lived a full life.

    Our new kitties (Blue, Mist, and Sweetie) do keep us busy with their antics. But if you read any of the Scooter stories in this blog, you’ll see that he used all of his nine lives (and maybe more) in living a full life in his the 23 years.

    We received many emails and some comments on the post about his passing. Thanks to all the people who provided sympathy. And thanks to Scooter, who was my teacher — he showed me just how wrong I was in my prejudice against cats.