Kittens are fun to play with I can remember one of my friends named bill had a cat named Rolf. Rolf was the coolest cat of them all. He had some major swag. Bill would always dress him up in gangster cloths. He was that cat that everyone talked about. I remember one day we were hanging out on bills back porch and his cat came up on to the porch with a huge turkey. The turkey was massive. It was very colorful; it had red, brown, and orange feathers. But the turkey was covered in blood. I have never seen this much blood ever. The turkey was completely shredded. It was definitely dead. That turkey had no chance. You could just smell the blood. It was terrible. Rolf dropped the turkey on the porch then he came up and jumped on Bill’s lap. Bill was so mad. He stood up at Rolf feel fight off his lap. Rolf stunk like death and wet cat because it had been raining. But then me and bill were talking and we had no idea what to do because there was a bloody turkey on his back porch. I mean we couldn’t just leave it there. So we went inside his shed to look for a shovel but we could not find one anywhere. But what we did find were two pairs of gloves. We both put them on and they were nasty, crusty, dirty, and hard but we dealt with it because we decided that it was better than touching a dead, bloody turkey. We went over to the turkey and bent down about to pick it up. The smell was just terrible. It smelt just like road kill, but we picked it up anyway. It was a lot heavier than you would think. It was about ten pounds. I have no idea how Rolf could have killed it and carried it all the way home. But as we picked it up it was still ripping blood and it got all over bills boots. As we got to the woods we thought that if we just put this turkey back in the woods Rolf is just going to go get it again. So we decide to light on fire so Rolf would never be able to get it. The fire was not that big but the smell of the bloody turkey was terrible.
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