This little cat family which we adopted in Turkey have featured in a previous post and for some reason I seem to be thinking of them frequently these days. The courageous and bedraggled mother cat used to pass me as I sat outside drinking my morning çay every day. She was understandably nervous as not everyone was as pleased to see her as I was and it’s a hard life for Turkish street animals. We became accustomed to each other and before long we were sharing breakfast with each other and on the mornings I was late, she used to sit at the patio door of the apartment and mew loudly until I took my place at the table. I followed her home one morning to discover her living under the steps of an apartment building with her little family. Both myself and the Turkish baker who owned the adjoining shop adopted her and ensured that they were well fed every day. It was pure joy for me watching those beautiful kittens playing in the undergrowth and I was humbled that the mother cat trusted me enough to allow me to sit alongside her little family in companionable silence. It broke my heart when some callous individual poisoned this brave little soul and her adorable kittens who had all asked for so very little in their short lives. Despite this would I do it again? Absolutely in a heartbeat. You see the thing about rescue animals is that they rescue you right back.
Sometimes in rescuing animals you can lose your mind, but I guarantee you will find your soul