As Thanksgiving approaches, the neighborhood gang is out in force.
They do it every year; a kind of ongoing, silent (usually) demonstration of solidarity with their domesticated brethren.
Not everyone is with the program, though. Did you notice Tom? Here’s a better look as they continued down the street.
Yeah, up there at the top of the picture. There’s always one guy who goes his own way.
Maybe Tom is in a world of his own. Maybe he figures he’s got enough problems of his own, staying out of the jaws of the local coyotes; who cares what happens to a bunch of domestic turkeys he’s never met? Or maybe he’s a Wild Supremacist, actively promoting the elimination of lesser sub-species.
Regardless of his motivations, he does eventually join back up with the rest of the gang.
At which point, of course, they all give him the ol’ hairy eyeball and break the silence of the march. As best I can tell–I’ve forgotten most of the Turkeyish I learned in school–the commentary boils down to something like, “Geez, Tom, you are such an effin’ turkey!”
To which Tom, of course, replies maturely, “Takes one to know one, guys.”
Those are some very funny-looking cats.
True. And? (Srsly, though, this is hardly the first time a Friday post had nothing to do with cats. Or the first time it’s been a turkey of a post.)