So the cats rule on the island, as is the case all over Istanbul city ...
But this story turned sour.
At lunch the guys shooed the cats away instead of offering them tidbits and so it was my camera bag they revenge-sprayed with their exotic musky scent.
Me, the woman who looked round to share her kuzu sish with them only to find they had moved on to more rewarding pastures.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Cat, Heybeliada Island
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2 comments:
Nothing so charming as a bad, bad cat! ; )
I see, but this one was cuter than a wee button, as folk like to say, back home in Dunedin.
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