Merlin was born in a barn and raised by a chicken.

This was an odd turn of events for a cat, but the truth is,

Merlin never knew his real mother.

One dark, cold night in late winter, some thought they
remembered a thin shadow waver in the barn's moonlight.
When the yard erupted with the noisy chatter of first light,
Merlin was found shivering and whining in a fistful of dirty
hay. They called him Merlin because he appeared to have
come to them through magic.