Not me and The Turk – get your minds out of the gutters people. It is mating season for cats in Turkey at the moment and the Karaduvar Kedi’s have been busy at it morning, noon and night. My mother in law had what we fondly called “the whacking stick” to give a good tap to any cat who ventured too close to her Nanu or any of its offspring. Of course since my mother in law passed away I (and My Hurley Dog) have taken on the job of protecting the strays from lusting he-cats.
As you all know from my posts here and here My Hurley Dog is not a fan of Nanu and this revulsion is equally reciprocated by her however since the onslaught of two particularly nasty (and horny) he-cats My Hurley Dog and Nanu have maintained a relatively calm cease fire. Nanu has been cornered on more than one occasion by the nasty he-cats and My Hurley Dog upon hearing it or seeing it races past Nanu straight for the culprit. It seems that My Hurley Dog has accepted that he must share his domain with the Karaduvar Kedi’s but dog damn it (typo but stays) he will not share with these two interlopers that have nothing but sex on the mind.
Last night it all came to a head when it seems I forgot to lock the downstairs door thereby allowing our stairwell to become, well, a bordello for the evening. At around 3 am the sound of horny he-cats coupled with screeching she-cats woke us all up. Daughter screamed thinking we were under attack, The Turk merely put a pillow over his head and went back to sleep which left me and My Hurley Dog to go and stop the onslaught.
Opening the front door I was confronted with the site of Nanu and two of her offspring screaming past me followed by big buff ginger and white he-cat spitting fire as he ran up the stairs in hot pursuit. Well this was all My Hurley Dog would stand for and he slid past me and chased all 4 of them onto the roof. I too gave chase (grabbing my whacking stick on the way) and arrived on the rooftop to witness he-cat on top of small ginger girl, Nanu attacking he-cat from behind and My Hurley Dog throwing himself into the mix. I ran screaming, ninja style across the roof wielding my whacking stick and sent all 4 of them in different directions. Just then the light came on from my niece’s window next door and My Hurley Dog and I came to a running halt, shocked by the light or perhaps embarrassment. My niece stuck her head out the window “Ne yapiyorsun?” (What am you doing?).
I must have looked ridiculous standing there in my ugg boots, wielding my whacking stick at non-existent cats (as all of them scattered as soon as the light came on). I sheepishly waved goodnight and ran back downstairs, locked the security door and returned to my bed. Daughter informed me that it sounded like elephants were running across the roof (thank you!) and The Turk asked me to get him a glass of water!