A cold, gray rainy day in Istanbul. We were heading up the hill to our apartment complex on our way back from Aleah's birthday party at the Zorlu Center shopping complex. Aleah and I were both drawn to a persistent meow from the gutter on the opposite side of our complex. Crossing the street we found a common sight in Istanbul, a sweet little stray cat- this one however, really drew us in. Our rescue mission commenced. Aleah quickly swept him up (or her, we weren't quite sure of the sex at the time) and headed up to the apartment. Aleah swaddled him in blankets and started tending to him. We immediately noticed he was scratching incessantly and quite uncomfortable.
Well, a week has passed and guess who's stayed on? Yes, George. We can confidently call him George now without any complex as it's been confirmed he's a boy. After a trip to the vet, he's now clear of fleas and hopefully parasites.
After all the cats the girls have tended to in the complex, and elsewhere, I must say George has touched a heart chord in us all. Quite a chill kitty, with a warming personality and loves to cozy up any chance he can get.
He might just be the best souvenir we bring back to the states (shhhh...Mike doesn't know that yet).
Well, a week has passed and guess who's stayed on? Yes, George. We can confidently call him George now without any complex as it's been confirmed he's a boy. After a trip to the vet, he's now clear of fleas and hopefully parasites.
After all the cats the girls have tended to in the complex, and elsewhere, I must say George has touched a heart chord in us all. Quite a chill kitty, with a warming personality and loves to cozy up any chance he can get.
He might just be the best souvenir we bring back to the states (shhhh...Mike doesn't know that yet).