Will a turkey eat a cat? That is the question the cat wished it had asked its mother.
Do cats eat turkeys?
A cat can only wish.
As did the one who went after the tiniest girl turkey of our gypsy turkey village.
I once lived with a 110-year-old cat who knew the answer to all of life’s deep questions. But the cat in our neighborhood just didn’t have the wisdom to know any better.
Where did the cat come from? How did it infiltrate the village? Well, the squirrels were also out there with the village, eating, playing. So why not a cat who might hunt a mouse or chase a leaf.
But this cat couldn’t stand it. All those juicy big birds. Why eat a mouse?
I am just lucky enough to have witnessed the scene. Wish I had my video on the camera.
I noticed the scrawniest child throw out its wings to run to its elders. “Run!” it yelped.The day it happened, they were feeding just like this.
A young tom stood taller beside the baby. “An idiot cat.”
Twenty other turkeys had stopped eating.
As if the cat didn’t think the village would notice it hanging off the back of their youngest.
That’s the point. The cat did not think. It did not know turkeys are mean. Turkeys legs are something like ninety-inches long. So how could it not realize a turkey can half-run half-walk faster than it can bolt in terror. Or that a turkey can flap far and wide and land on it like an owl on a mouse. This was worse than a cocker spaniel going after an ostrich.
But now the cat was thinking. I think maybe it knew better than to move unless given permission.
The baby, which was not all that small being it was a turkey, was hiding behind its elders as they formed a closed wall, two- turkeys deep.
They stared at the cat who was cowering on its side, pretending delirium. “What am I doing here?”
The rest of the village stalked over, ten from one forage area, seven from the other.
They created a deeper wall.
Thirty-seven turkeys stared at the cat.
“Do you think this poor thing is brain damaged?” one auntie turkey asked.
“Regardless,” stated a young tom.
“It must die,” said the head tom.
The cat found its single brain cell and ran, permission or not.
Thirty-seven turkey wandered back to their forage spots, grinning. A tale to tell at holiday dinners.
Essa Adams writes short shorts about living, see blog list. Novels about miracles. And sells liquid fertilizer, organically designed to sustain our water and food sources and support our planet, besides saving you money.