Termie, my cat, loves turkey. Even more than she loves tuna. I have a theory that since she was about half feral when I got her, she had eaten out of dumpsters. People serve a huge turkey every Thanksgiving and Christmas, no longer remembering the original reason. The remains go into the dumpster and this was Termie's big meal.
My cat, Termie AKA Fishbreath or Dumass, had been terribly abused when I got her at Maxfund my pet no kill pet shelter. This abuse made her angry and not trusting of anyone. Believe me I understand the feeling. Her full name is LaTerminista. It translates out to something like The Terminator.
It took me two years to gentle that cat. If I went to pet her she would shred flesh to the elbow. Today she is a gentle, docile pet with the same fondness for turkey. Unless I try to pick up her dish. I can come in at any time, in any shape and she will greet me and rub against me. She will never say "I smell another cat on you!"
I have become a cat lover. Dogs are OK but they tend to roll around in their own excrement.
On the other hand, I have never seen a geranium cough up a hairball.
