Monday, April 12, 2010
Fussing and Feeding
Without missing a beat, I am at it again. Fussing and feeding the stray cats of Istanbul. I have met some terribly ill ones (the grey and white in photo #2) who may not see the summer arrive. I have met some charmers who showed up on my balcony just in time to lick the plate and walk into the room, don't-mind-if-I-do. And the trio down the street: the kitten, the almost-mother and the white with 3 legs, they waited for kibble that couldn't be found and settled for pre-packaged lunch meat instead.
The cats I discover tomorow will feast on Champion chicken bits, divided in baggies and stashed in my purse, ready to dole on demand. There are alot of mouths to feed and most seem surprisingly well off. It is unnecessary for me to fuss. But it is impossible to hold back. Aside from the Gypsy King, the cats in the streets are my greatest Turkish delight.