THERE ARE CATS EVERYWHERE IN ISTANBUL! And, I must say, for the most part, they seem in relatively decent shape. Though I’m sure it’s still a fairly tough life out on the street. And, as much as I wanted to, I refrained from cuddling with them. I do love cats, but I also value my stunningly-beautiful countenance and didn’t want it slashed to ribbons.
Oh and there is also a pretty decent size cat population in Tel Aviv – so the last few photos are actually from Israel.
It’s been a dull week, what with having spent most of it in an iron lung – to little avail, sad to say. Both a friend and my sister suggested perhaps I need to spend some time at a sanatorium in the desert and I can’t say I disagree…
But I did get to spend some quality time with my cat. God, I love him. Look how beautiful he is! I never stop being delighted with this cat. And I don’t think he has stopped purring once in the 6+ years since I adopted him (well, except when I torture him by bringing him to the vet for a check-up).
And this is what I have to do pretty much every day when I arrive home. He runs around following me, meowing his little head off until I pick him up and carry him like a baby. Sigh. It’s pretty much impossible to be unhappy when one is holding a cat.