Kedi

In Istanbul,

the cat is more than just a cat.

The cat embodies

the indescribable chaos,

the culture, and the uniqueness

that is the essence of Istanbul.

Without the cat,

Istanbul would lose a part of its soul

And theres nothing

like it anywhere else on earth.

Shes a real hunter now.

She wasnt like that before.

She changed after giving birth.

Before that, all she did was sleep.

Chilling here all day.

Sometimes I talk to her.

And she actually talks back.

Shes a solid character.

Shell stubbornly stand there.

Youll tell her to leave.

She won't, shell just stare.

"Im not leaving," shell say,

"where are you kicking me out to?"

"Ill be back anyway."

"What are you trying to do, wise guy?"

Shes really, you know, strong-willed.

Shes got personality.

Some cats really have character,

you can tell from their faces.

I think its wrong

to trap them in a house...

just so we can pet them.

There are millions of them out

there, we pet them all we want.

What matters is being on

the same frequency as them.

To communicate with them.

Besides, they can tell...

who likes them and who doesnt.

They notice.

And they give off good energy.

They absorb all your negative energy.

Were lucky. They do me good.

Its that time again.

Time to cruise. She comes and goes.

She came around one day.

I knew she'd been pregnant.

It was obvious she had given birth.

She led me to the back,

to show me her kittens.

Its so fascinating...

theyre just like people.

The love of animals

is a different kind of love.

People who dont love animals

cant love people either.

I know that much.

Beng!

Beng!

Come. Come, girl.

She was one of four kittens.

She was the scrawniest one. And the ugliest.

The other three left, she stayed.

Sometimes she makes me angry.

But why? Ive never thought about it.

I guess I must be in a bad mood.

But I never hit her or anything.

I tell her to leave but she never does.

She walks to the door and comes back.

Beng has been with us eight or nine years.

She came here as a kitten and never left.

Beng loves to be loved. Honestly.

She loves it when

you pet her she nearly passes out.

Its not the kind of

sappiness from old Turkish movies...

but I do look for her.

If I dont see her, or hear her voice

if shes not around

when I get here in the morning

I get worried and look for her.

Maybe she is like a child.

People miss their kids, right? I miss her.

Beng is very delicate.

If you pet another cat,

shell get jealous and sulk.

Shes very sensitive, Beng.

Thats it, thats the spot.

Thats the spot.

Shes done for. And then here.

And here.

Look at her delight.

You really know how to live.

Beng has given birth

but I havent seen where.

Try attacking her kittens

and youll see another side of her.

Ive heard they'd always

keep a cat on board a ship.

To absorb your excess energy.

I know soil does the same thing.

Prayer beads do the trick for me.

This cat is good for me too.

Besides, weve gotten used to her.

Shes become one of us.

Coming and going unconditionally.

And endless conversations too.

THESE CUPS ARE FOR CATS AND DOGS.

IF YOU DONT WANT TO BE DESPERATE

FOR A CUP OF WATER IN THE NEXT LIFE...

DONT TOUCH THESE CUPS.

They cant just fly away like birds.

Its our responsibility

to take care of them as best as we can.

It is said that

cats are aware of Gods existence

but that dogs are not.

Dogs think people are God, but cats dont.

Cats know that people act

as middlemen to Gods will.

Theyre not ungrateful, they just know better.

Petting a cat gives me

a peculiar sense of security.

Even though

we dont speak each others language...

we immediately form a shared language.

I imagine having a relationship with cats

must be a lot like

being friends with aliens.

You make contact

with a very different life form

open a line

of communication with one another...

and start a dialogue.

And theyre

very foreign to us, very different.

Whether physically, mentally, or in capacity

theyre very different.

Yet, were able to have

a relationship with them.

Of course

I cant take the place of their mother

but I do what I can.

I wonder if I should feed them again.

Alright, alright, Im gonna feed you.

When theyre full, they dont make a peep.

Theyre really hungry.

Someone dumped them over by the shops.

Then they brought them over here.

Relying on me being here.

I had an incident with a cat,

itll shock you if I tell you.

About fifteen years ago

my boat was docked

over there, it sank in a storm.

I had barely managed to pay for it.

Sold whatever I had.

But got the boat.

I barely had it a week and the boat sinks.

Then, Im walking over by the rocks there

its extraordinary

what Im about to tell you.

Im walking along, I see this

cat, pointing me to a wallet.

A cat the same color as this one no lie.

Exactly that color.

Meow, meow!

I thought, whats up with this cat?

Does it have rabies or something?

I was a bit scared.

So I went to have some tea.

But something kept

bothering me to get the wallet.

Even the tea guy asked if I was OK.

I said, I dont know,

something strange is going on.

I got up, took a look inside the wallet

I swear, I needed 120 lira

and there was 120 lira inside that wallet.

Whoever doesnt believe this

story is a heathen in my books.

Can you imagine? God Almighty.

What is that if not a godsend?

Thats how my love for animals began.

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