Last night I woke at 1:30, rolled over and saw The Turk was missing from his usual spot. I padded down the hallway to find him asleep in front of the television which was blasting a Turkish soap (no wonder I couldn’t sleep). I switched off the television but left him there – bugger him for waking me up – and got back into bed.
Still sleep alluded me. I could hear a puppy whimpering outside. I got up again and opened my balcony door to investigate. As expected the boy that lives over the stone fence has brought home yet another puppy. In the past 4 weeks he has brought home 5 dogs. His first effort was 3 puppies that cried all night and his mother no doubt made him get rid of them. The second effort was a boxer dog – nice looking dog – fully grown. It jumped the fence and disappeared sometime in the night. This third effort is a German Shepherd puppy. It cried most of the night and will no doubt jump the fence when he is older but perhaps the boy has learnt from his mistakes and will ensure the garden is secure.
Again I climbed back into bed. I looked at the clock – now 3:00. I must have dozed because I woke again at 4:15 to the distorted sounds of a cat in agony. Holy crap! I jumped up and spotted Kedi at the end of the bed. He heard it too because he was standing ramrod straight trying to pinpoint the sound. “Murroooeewwww”. Bloody hell! It sounded like it was dying. I opened the back balcony door and looked over – nothing. I went to the front balcony and looked over – nothing. Crikey!
I was obviously making too much noise and I woke The Turk who growled at me and went to bed. I was standing at the front door when I heard the sound again. It was coming from right outside! I learnt my lesson with the Village Kedi’s and I always make sure that the downstairs door is locked – no more sex in the stairwell thank you very much – but obviously one of them got past me. Opening the door I find Stanley standing in the stairwell crying. “Shush,” I whisper to him. I ushered him down the stairs and out the front door. He was a little put out and sat there with his back to me. I shut the door and walked back upstairs when “Murroooeewwww” again. Shit! I ran up the stairs, past my front door to the roof. Nothing up there but some boxes. I stare at them. Shit! Shit! Shit!
After a little investigation this is what I found –
This little guy and another 4 like him along with mama hiding upstairs in a box. Stanley must be the father as they all have similar gingery markings. Obviously the loss of his tail did little to subdue his manhood.
The Turk is going to be pissed when he gets up. Why? The bloody cat had its litter in The Turk’s toolbox – he is going to lose his shit! He is not a fan of the cats at the best of times but when he makes this discovery – yikes !
I think I might grab the dog and make a run for it.
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