My Kedi Cat has lived a few lives since she came into this world. Her first life was that of a stray. Part feral, she and her mother lived in a dumpster bin behind a warehouse complex. Caught they were taken to the Animal Welfare League which was where she began her second life when Daughter and I adopted her New Year’s Eve 2011. She was a nasty little blighter. She hated me with a passion. Daughter and The Turk were accepted as her humans but me – nope – she would bite, scratch, hiss and attack me by throwing herself from the vestibule when I passed by. I did not call her by her name Kedi (which is Turkish for cat) I called her “that bloody cat that hates me” or “that black cat that hates me” if Daughter was within earshot. “TBC” for short.
When we discussed moving to Turkey and taking our fur-friends I have to be honest, I did not want to bring TBC. There are enough cats in Turkey do we really need to bring one with us? I argued, I begged, I pleaded but to no avail. Both The Turk and Daughter (and apparently My Hurley Dog) wanted TBC to come to Turkey too. So putting aside the extra cost of bringing TBC to Turkey I realised that this particular cat never spends any time indoors. In fact after we adopted her it only took her a few days before she escaped and lived in the backyard. This of course is a new problem as we could not let her out of our home in Turkey as those Karaduvar “Kamikazi” cats (have a read about these terrors here or here) will no doubt kill her on sight. So what do we do?
You may recall when The Turk arrived in Mersin he immediately instructed builders to extend our balcony and it now wraps its way around the front of our apartment. It is a good size, certainly not huge, but enough to keep My Hurley Dog and TBC out of trouble and to give them some outdoor area. It is still not finished yet (we are now onto our second builder – don’t ask) but both My Hurley Dog and TBC spend time out there already in the sunshine, the dog helping the builders and the cat stalking birds and watching the neighbourhood cats.
I must say that TBC has moved into her third life quite well. I worried that she would try and escape or suicide off the balcony, but no, she is happy to sit in the sunshine or in front of the heater. After her initial jetlag (she spent the first two weeks awake all night and sleeping all day) she has now acclimatised and other than a few crazed moments at 3am she is generally quite happy to sleep on my bed or sit with me, as she is doing right now, on my desk as I type my blog or check my emails.
That bloody cat that hates me has morphed into My Kedi Cat that I love. My mother in law called her a princess and she was rarely wrong about anything. Yes I agree. A princess.