Also known as Turbs. He was one of our family cats. Barely a year old. We picked him at the local SPCA the day after Thanksgiving last year along with another kitten who my son named Tom. They were both three months old when we got them. This morning Turbo didn't show up for breakfast. I installed a cat door so he and Tom could have free reign of the place. We have a big yard. It's the perfect cat environment. I thought that Turbs was just out doing his cat thing, whatever that is. I work from home so as the day went on I began to worry that I hadn't seen him. I called and searched repeatedly for him throughout the day, but with no luck. Tom was hanging around and he followed me as I looked for Turbo. When my wife got home from work I had to go out for a while. She decided she would do some searching too. She found poor Turbo's remains in a field next to some woods that are across the street from our house. When I got home she showed me what she found. I say remains, but it was just dozens of clumps of his pretty white fur. There have been reports of a cougar in our area. There have been sitings and someone with a small goat herd has reported them being attacked and killed. There was a short write-up in our local news letter about it. We think this is what happened to Turbo. My wife tried to call the game warden, but they were closed. We'll call again tomorrow. He will be sadly missed by us and I'm sure by his adopted brother Tom. He was a great cat with a lot of personality. Kind of a Garfield. Here he is after we first brought him home and later fully grown in his favorite position. First the raccoons and now a cougar. I've had enough of wild animals for while.