He has been at it again our Stanley. This bloody cat appears to have used up another of his dokuz lives. I found him, yet again, hidden away meowing at the top of his lungs, this time in our bodrum (basement). What the bloody hell is wrong with him this time? After a quick examination I could see he has broken little cat wrist. This has got to be the clumsiest cat in the Village!
I know how he did it too. You may recall my brother in law (forever called Vito) is building apartments that abut our home and all the the Village Kedi’s have been climbing on the construction to gain access to our balcony. They come sneaking into our house at all hours sending My Hurley Dog into a frenzied state leaving him dazed and confused (particularly if it is one of the cats he intensely dislikes). I suspect Stanley was navigating across the construction work and without a tail to balance he has toppled over the side.
Back to the vet for him today. The Turk is going to be pissed – again!