Walgreen's has wind-up fluffy chickies.

And now the cats have one.

Huckleberry was the first to confront it.  He was curious, but not sure what to do about it.

Then Southmoon had a go.  Sniff, sniff?  Pat, carefully.

Top Hat watched from a safe distance.

I think they have the idea that things that are indoors and move under their own power are pets, i.e., family and not prey.  There seems to be an exception for bugs, though.

Next spring they'll probably meet actual chicks.  If they can behave themselves and play nice with small critters, that'll be a good thing.

Heck, maybe they can be trained to defend the flock, like sheepdogs.  Chickencats?