New York

Stupid Shit: Turducken for the Cats?

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As a teenager, I remember getting all Seventh Heaven one Thanksgiving and forsaking the warmth of my own home to bring a plate of turkey to the homeless dude I used to smoke cigarettes with. At this point, most of the homeless people I know are cats. If I were extra crazy, I might bring the neighborhood strays little bowls of cat turducken this year, but I’m pretty sure I can resist. Let’s hope.