On his favorite perch on the dining room windowsill, my daughter’s cat suddenly stiffens his back and presses his nose near the November-cool glass. Beside him, I’m typing, and I rub his back. He mews an inquiry, looking at me.
Through the window, I see eight wild turkeys, nosing through my young asparagus bed, planted just last spring. The turkey nearest us steps toward the window, raising its long odd legs. The cat and the bird stare at each other, the turkey’s head tipped slightly to one side, so its eye gazes at this little furry tiger cat.
The bird’s bigger than you, I murmur.
For the longest time, these two creatures stare at each other. Then the turkey goosesteps on its way, and the cat, true to his nature, curls up on the table beside my laptop and takes a nap.
Midterm elections, 2018.
I always feel the movement is a sort of mosaic. Each of us puts in one little stone, and then you get a great mosaic at the end.
— Suffragette Alice Paul
4 thoughts on “Wild and Tame Creatures”
I had a cat once who took on a wild tom turkey. It ended up with the turkey flying up to the roof of our house and yelling angrily for hours, while the cat looked pleased. I always say that cats have very big dreams, and that we as humans are very lucky that cats are very small!
That is a good story — and such a true thing about cats. We sometimes look at our little house cats and are so glad they’re not the size of panthers!
A very nice story.