My first visit to Turkey not only introduced me to The Turk but it also introduced me to the stray cats (and stray animals in general) in Turkey. From the grizzly old tom cat waiting for the fishing boats to return or the protective mothers with tiny babies taking their first steps in Turkey there were always cats sleeping, sunning and meowing their way into my heart.
Daughter has inherited her love of cats from me and so when she found an abandoned kitten during a visit to Karaduvar a couple of years ago she immediately adopted said kitten and took it upon herself to nurse it back to health. The kitten, christened Nanu, was fed and loved by Daughter and by the time we returned to Australia Nanu was strong enough to survive although Daughter did leave strict instructions with her grandmother to continue to feed and care for the cat.
Nanu still lives outside my mother in law’s house and now has babies of her own. In fact she is part of the kamikaze soldiers who are trying to take my Hurley Dog out and, in fact, seems to be the main protagonist in the attacks on him.
When we first arrived here in September I noticed a little grey kitten living in the garden across the road. After enquiries I was told that this little one was from a litter of five however she is the only survivor as its mother died a couple of weeks back by unknown cause. I do not recall the mother cat but I do recall the cat carcass that was ripped apart by the stray dogs and left near our house.
Daughter now has a new mission which is, of course, to save “Grey Cat” and before school each morning she rushes downstairs to put warm milk in a bowl near our door. I have also caught her a few times slip food into her pocket and disappear after dinner – no doubt to feed Grey Cat or Nanu or one of the other kamikaze cats running around – but, of course, I would have done the same thing at her age so I simply smile to myself thankful that Daughter is such a caring soul. Grey Cat is a nice looking little thing but after having chased it out of the house once already today I will have to instruct Daughter to make it a bed under the balcony where it will be protected by the elements but will not come into my home and agitate Kedi (and Hurley Dog for that matter).
And if you are wondering how Kedi feels about these interlopers I think he is quite content to spends his day watching the cats from the window or balcony and, despite me leaving the door open a few times, he will not venture outside anytime soon. I am certain that he is confident in his reign of Lord and Master of this house and it only is with his approval that his scraps are given to those plebs outside.
“If you have killed a cat, you need to build a mosque to be forgiven by God.”