[Sydney]

Possible scenario:

Basking in the morning sun, Selma was happily frolicking in the garden as she pecked and scratched at the loose soil, hoping to find a delicious snack. She was enjoying herself, oblivious to the eyes in the bushes behind her, watching her every move.

Selma was delighted as she uprooted a succulent bulb and was about to enjoy its earthy flavour when something leapt on her from behind. Sharp claws pierced through her feathers, into her flesh. She cackled in pain, hoping someone would hear her screams. Feathers flying everywhere, Selma struggled to free herself from the beast's powerful grip. Blood trickled down her sleek coat of feathers while she screamed louder. Straining to move her head, the beast's sharp teeth clamped down on her neck, puncturing her skin. Her eyes wide with fear, panic and confusion, Selma eventually lost consciousness as the creature continued to disfigure her body.

Fifteen minutes later, the big, ginger cat licked its paws and purred.

We haven't seen our pet hen, Selma, for five days.