I've noticed with my birds that they are little fashion police and actually object to certain articles of clothing we wear. Certain hens take exception to my husband's bathrobe, while one of my dresses and several pairs of pants cause them to either freak out or run from me--the dress and the pants are all patterned, by the way. Does your mom tend to wear the same housecoat, jacket, etc. when she goes outdoors? A certain pair of boots? Whatever the cause, I'd say he's a lost cause if he's flinging himself at the windows to get at her. Time for a new roo. :( Roberta, the 'Taming A Rooster' method isn't mine, the credit for that technique goes to Shagbark Bantams. But myself, Shagbark and many others have reported success with it, and NOT just with the person doing the taming. Not with EVERY bird, to be sure, but when it works, it works. If you have a batch of mean roos, I'd suspect additional issues such as too many roos to too few hens, overcrowding, breed characteristics, etc. Velvet ~:>

Texas stars are hardy where you are. If it were me, I'd plant it in the ground. It may have just gone thru a bit of shock when it was moved. If you want to keep it in a pot, I'd trim off the dead and move it back into the sunlight. Barb

Thank you again for listening. It helps to "talk" about the situation. I feel badly because I'm reading so much on here lately where people have lost their beloved pets and they are going through a much deeper grief of losing someone that was basically a family member. I don't have years of memories and experiences like most on this board who have lost pets.(and I know how painful that can be as my parents lost their 2 11 year old dogs within 4 months of each other last year) I only knew this kitten (his name was Tom) for 2 months at most. It just hurts me that I couldn't save him. That his life was so short and that he never had a real home and I had planned to give him one. I have volunteered at the shelter since November and he was brought in as a foster in October. Yet I never even knew he was there until sometime in January. It was an accident that I found him. He was in the largest room at the shelter that houses about 30 cats. They normally put the active cats or young adults there. Normally 9 out of 10 of the cats there will flock to you if you sit down or walk through the door. Tom was the tenth cat in that bunch. In the short time I knew him he never sought anyone out. He was just content to watch from a distance. He wasn't scared, he just seemed very laid back (maybe he was even ill at the time and no one knew). I was sweeping the floor and they have cardboard boxes for the cats to sleep in and I was moving all the boxes and when I picked one up a little black and white face popped out. I'd woke him up and he just looked at me curiously like "hey whats going on?" He was MUCH smaller than any of the other adult cats in the room and I immediately thought he was a young kitten and that he'd been put into the room by accident. His picture wasn't on the wall (for potential adopters to see) so I definately thought it was a mistake that he was in there. I picked him up out of his box and cuddled him. He was the cutest thing! A little medium haired tuxedo (with more white than black)and a white nose. He looked at me adoringly and started purring. He was the happiest little guy when you paid attention to him. I asked the manager if he was in the wrong room and she told me that no he was actually 8 months old and he'd been small for his age since he'd come in. I had two foster cats that recently came to the shelter so I'd always pay attention to them when I was volunteering but I'd always look for Tom. Usually I found him curled up somewhere, sometimes I found him up high (he liked to climb) and I'd climb up and get him and he'd sit on my lap for a half hour and be perfectly content. He'd purr the whole time and just snuggle up against me. I probably only did this a total of six times but it seems like I'd known him longer. he was such a sweet cat, never asked for anything, but seemed to appreciate everything, any attention you gave him. I'd bring him treats and always cuddle him for awhile. When I'd arrive, i'd always selfishly hope that he was not adopted yet. About two weeks ago (after my foster cats got adopted) I decided I wanted to adopt him. He looks almost exactly like my timid girl who is a tuxedo and he was so laid back I thought he'd fit right in. Then we got this huge snowstorm and I couldn't get to the shelter for a week. When I did return (last Thursday) that is when I found out he was not eating very much and was weak. That night I fed him some treats, cuddled him on my lap for about an hour and talked to him. Told him I love him and I wanted to take him home with me when he got better. And the next day he was euthanized. And that is Tom's story. He was only 9 months old and I didn't know him very long. But I did love him and I'll never forget that little guy and I am so so sorry I couldn't save him.

Well, "Bela", this exact same post (word for word) was made to a different pet forum 11 days ago, and the poster came back two days later and said that "Scooter" had seen the vet, was on antibiotics, and was doing much better. If "Scooter" is experiencing the exact same symptoms again, take him back to the vet again. If, however, you are just a troll looking for sympathy and attention, you won't be finding much here, I expect. Laurie