Another Turkish cat with a blog!

How cool.  We do like to write, don't we?

http://kotarache.blogspot.com/

This one says she's a Van cat.  Me, too,  a few generations removed.

.and . . . Kitler?

. . . it's amazing that someone could have an entire website on Cats That Look Like Hitler.  And I thought I had too much time on my hands. . . .

The Power Of Now

 So I was just hanging out on the table, reading Eckhart Tolle, see, and this meal appeared. 

The name of the Tolle book is The Power of Now, and believe me,

now can be pretty powerful when there's a slab of salmon involved. 

I just don't know why she got so upset when I decided to eat it.  I mean, really.  There it was, dinner, and I had nothing better to eat except those dry crunchies I've been eating all my life.  Stale, too; they've been in the bowl since morning.  And when they're stale like that, they might as well have been there all my life.

So I left part of the salmon for her, and almost all of the rice. Fluffy likes eating the salad, so I called her on up, and she joined me.  And then the Big-Two-Legged-One showed up and got upset.

She should read that book she left on the table: live in the Now. 

Perfect Catdom

Unless you're Fluffy.  There's something wrong with that cat - I think she has a conscience.

I mean, just look at her:

OH, GOSH!

No!  I didn't do it!

(Can she see me?  I can't see her, so she probably can't see me.  . . .)

Squeak's Spring Hair-Doo

My lovely new doo.  Do you like it?  I love it! I've scared old Pişi to death with it!  She's hiding somewhere, and I get the whole apartment to myself, with the BigTwoLeggedOne for the night.  What a thrill!

I really don't care if my head now looks too big for my body! Spring is coming, and I won't be shedding, and eating, my long luscious coat.  Happy Day!

Squeak

How to survive as a Turkish Street Cat, Part One, By Pişi

Well, one way to make it in the wild and woolly streets of Turkey is to find a mosque or other public place where the folks will take care of you or feed you.  One cat mecca in Turkey is Istanbul, where cats can get adopted by hotels, where they'll get fed all sorts of nice things by people from all over the world.

I was only in Istanbul once, when I was on my way to America.  But you know, I had no idea I was on my way to America.  After four years of keeping me in four rooms so far above the street I couldn't really see much of what was going on down there, my human decided to take me with her.  Somewhere.  I had no clue where.  All I know is she put me in a dark bag and I slept until we arrived in Istanbul.

Of course I wanted to see the streets of Istanbul!  But there I was, stuck with YouKnowWho.  She was very hard to be around, too.  You see, I can't hear, so I have to use some of my other senses, and I really use my radar sense a lot, and TheBigTwoLeggedOne was just sending off all these confused signals.  I tried to escape once; she was driving me so crazy.

Didn't work.  She was dead set on taking me with her.  I did get the opportunity to see a lot of the city, because we had to go to three different offices, in three different parts of town, to get my "passport" complete.  Really.  She had to take me to a couple of these places, so they would be sure she wasn't taking some valuable Van Cat out of the country.

But no, it was no valuable rare, swimming, blue-green eyed freak.  It was just lil' ol' me.

Now, look at this -- if I could have stayed in Istanbul, I might have even met the President of the U.S.A.

Well, that's one smart street cat.  But honestly, life hasn't been all that bad.  I always did want to travel.  And boy have I!  Tell ya more later

Before I go, I'd like to tell you about a couple other blogging Turkish cats -- Findik and Zeytin.  Good names, guys!  They turned me onto the Obama story.  Hope they blog some more!

I'd love to tell you more of my story later -- and I will!  daha sonra!  

If I could be born again as a different type of cat, I'd like to be . . .

a cheetah:

Cheetahs and I have more than a few things in common, beginning with the fact we're both endangered.  I really like this story that I found on the table the other day, in the Christian Science Monitor, about a woman who is helping Cheetahs.  Her preserve, called the DeWildt Cheetah and Wildlife Centre, is one of several preserves, according to www.cheetahspot.com  

 I really dig the fact that Ana Van Dyk at DeWildt is also raising Anatolian Shepherd Dogs to protect neighboring farmers' livestock from those big cats she's raising.  If I were still a cat living in the streets of Ankara, I wouldn't be so thrilled to see a stray Anatolian Sheepdog - he'd eat me as a midafternoon snack - but I love the fact these fellow country creatures of mine are helping to keep my Cheetah cousins alive!

good day to all, from Pişi