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.
I left New Zealand mid-2003, bound for Istanbul and a new lif. After two years, a Belgian guy lured me into his world, deep in the heart of Europe. For a long time I was an in-process immigrant. One day we married. These days it's about photography, a little red wine and wandering ... and so the journey goes.
Nothing so charming as a bad, bad cat! ; )
ReplyDeleteI see, but this one was cuter than a wee button, as folk like to say, back home in Dunedin.
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