Contents
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
PROLOGUE
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
ELEVEN
TWELVE
THIRTEEN
FOURTEEN
FIFTEEN
SIXTEEN
SEVENTEEN
RECIPES
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
The Cat Who Talked Turkey
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Copyright 2004 by Lilian Jackson Braun
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Titles by Lilian Jackson Braun
THE CAT WHO COULD READ BACKWARDS
THE CAT WHO ATE DANISH MODERN
THE CAT WHO TURNED ON AND OFF
THE CAT WHO SAW RED
THE CAT WHO PLAYED BRAHMS
THE CAT WHO PLAYED POST OFFICE
THE CAT WHO KNEW SHAKESPEARE
THE CAT WHO SNIFFED GLUE
THE CAT WHO WENT UNDERGROUND
THE CAT WHO TALKED TO GHOSTS
THE CAT WHO LIVED HIGH
THE CAT WHO KNEW A CARDINAL
THE CAT WHO MOVED A MOUNTAIN
THE CAT WHO WASNT THERE
THE CAT WHO WENT INTO THE CLOSET
THE CAT WHO CAME TO BREAKFAST
THE CAT WHO BLEW THE WHISTLE
THE CAT WHO SAID CHEESE
THE CAT WHO TAILED A THIEF
THE CAT WHO SANG FOR THE BIRDS
THE CAT WHO SAW STARS
THE CAT WHO ROBBED A BANK
THE CAT WHO SMELLED A RAT
THE CAT WHO WENT UP THE CREEK
THE CAT WHO BROUGHT DOWN THE HOUSE
THE CAT WHO TALKED TURKEY
SHORT STORY COLLECTIONS:
THE CAT WHO HAD 14 TALES
SHORT & TALL TALES
THE PRIVATE LIFE OF THE CAT WHO . . .
Dedicated to Earl Bettinger,
The Husband Who . . .
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
To Earl, my other halffor his husbandly love, encouragement, and help in a hundred ways.
To my research assistant, Shirley Bradleyfor her expertise and enthusiasm.
To my editor, Natalee Rosensteinfor her faith in The Cat Who . . . from the very beginning.
To my literary agent, Blanche C. Gregory, Inc.for a lifetime of agreeable partnership.
To the real-life Kokos and Yum Yumsfor their fifty years of inspiration.
PROLOGUE
In Moose County, 400 miles north of everywhere, everyone likes Jim Qwilleran. Not only because hes a rich bachelor who likes to give his money away. Not only because he writes a lively column for the local newspaper. Not only because he dares to be different. (He lives alone, in a barn, with two cats.) True, he cuts a commanding figure: tall, well built, middle-aged, and adorned with a luxuriant moustache that is admired by men and adored by women. But the good folk of Moose County like Qwilleran because he listens!
As a journalist, he is trained to listen, and he never leaves home without a tape recorder in his pocket. Then, too, a sobering crisis in midlife has given him a sympathetic understanding reflected in his brooding gaze and his knack for saying the right thing.
According to his drivers license, he is James Mackintosh Qwilleran, spelled with a Qw. To his friends he is Qwill. To everyone else he is Mr. Q.
Since relocating in Moose County, where the early settlers had been Scots, Qwilleran became aware of his Scottish heritage. (His mother had been a Mackintosh.) He wore a kilt on occasion, warmed to the sound of bagpipes, and quoted Robert Burns: The best-laid schemes o mice an men / Gang aft agley. And he would explain, It means the plans go haywire.
One particular summer his own plans were ambitious. Besides writing the twice-weekly Qwill Pen column for the Moose County Something, giving readings at public libraries of the new book he had just published, and starting to write another book . . . besides all these personal interests, he would help plan the Pickax City Sesquicentennial for the following year, take an interest in the new bookstore being built in Pickaxand more!
Then everything went haywire.
ONE
One of Qwillerans Qwill Pen columns recently made this statement: A town without a bookstore is like a chicken with one leg.
His devoted readers agreedeven those who had never bought a book in their life. And the Klingenschoen Foundation in Chicago, which managed Qwillerans inheritance, considered a new bookstore a worthwhile investment.
For fifty years the late Eddington Smith had sold pre-owned books in a picturesque building behind the post office. Two days after his death it burned to the ground, and millions of printed pages were reduced to ashes. This would be the ideal site for a new bookstore. It was the end of an era and the beginning of a bright new adventure for readers. It would be built on the historic site where Eddingtons grandfather had once shod horses and forged rims for wagon wheels. Perhaps that was not the blacksmiths only means of supporting his family. There had long been rumors. . . .
All that aside, the site of the nineteenth-century smithy was to be the scene of a ceremonial groundbreaking. The good folk of Moose County liked special events: parades, barn raisings, livestock fairs, long funeral processions, and the like. They had never witnessed a formal groundbreaking. There would be a viewing stand for dignitaries, stirring music by the high school band, and a backhoe garlanded with flowers, to do the digging. It was suggested that the mayor should climb into the operators seat and strike the first blow. Her Honor, Amanda Goodwinter, screamed, Are you crazy? You couldnt get me on that blasted contraption with those silly flowers if you paid me!
On Saturday vehicles streamed into Pickax from all directions. Newspapers in three counties were sending reporters and photographers. State police were called in to assist sheriffs deputies and Pickax police in handling the traffic. There had never been such a celebration in the history of Pickax!
Qwilleran was there, and he described it in his personal journal:
Saturday, May 31Eddington Smith would turn over in his grave! He was such a modest, honorable gentleman, and he would not want his grandmothers deathbed confession known. But there are no secrets in Moose County, and it seemed to be generally known that Eddingtons grandfather was not only a blacksmith but a weekend pirate. He tied a red bandanna on his head and sailed under the black flag, preying on ships that brought gold coins to the New World for the purchase of the beaver pelts that were so much in demand in Europe. The rumor was that the loot was buried in a certain spot, now covered with asphalt.
So, instead of a few hundred spectators, there were a few thousand. County highways as well as city streets were clogged with sensation-seekers. Whole families attendedwith picnic lunches and campstools. Would the pirates loot be found? Or was it just a rumor? Bets were being placed among friendsnothing over a quarter. The idea was to have something on the nose to report to future generations.
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