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Thomas (Alias Fikret) an Istanbul Street Cat
By Kathleen A Mescall
Tuesday, November 11, 2008

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'A cat's eye' view of daily life.

The second in a series of letters from my cat Thomas, written to my grand children in Australia.

Hello Ben & Emma,

How are you … did you like the last letter I sent to you?

I have so many things to tell you but I had better start from where I finished last time.
Let me see, where was I …oh yes, I remember … I had just been taken to my new home.

Wow, what a place. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was so big!
My human …I call her that now, but when I first met her I was a bit nervous of her because I didn't know whether she would keep me. I was sure she wouldn't. Anyway my human took me into all the rooms … she kept saying things like ‘this is your home now,' ... ‘these are all your rooms,' ... ' you have lots of space to run and play.’

I couldn't help thinking how jealous Charles would have been if he saw me.
His home was very nice … I don't really know how big it was because we always stayed in one room …there was a big balcony which led off from the room, which was where I was usually kept because he didn't like me very much.

Anyway, my new home was very much nicer … we have three big balconies and they are all covered with glass … which is really good because I can't fall off.
Charles was always trying to push me through the railings of his balcony …he really wasn't very nice to me and I was too small to fight him. I am a lot bigger now … though I’m still not sure if I could fight him.

In one of the rooms in my new home there was a very big tree in a pot. It looked very inviting to me … I thought I might be able to climb up it.
My human took me into a kitchen. It isn’t very big but it’s very cosy. The kitchen door leads onto a balcony and when she took me out there … I saw a litter-tray and a very pretty cat mat with some food dishes on it.
It all looked quite splendid and I decided that I would be very happy in this home.
I jumped out of her arms because, to tell you the truth, I was a little bit bored with being carried everywhere.

I went to investigate by myself.
The kitchen was definitely the smallest room.

I couldn't help purring … I was just so happy.
There was a very strange smell in the house … it wasn't a bad smell, just different to anything I had smelled before. It made me sneeze all the time.

A short while later my human told me she had to go back to her office, I guessed it was the place we just came from.

I had a good feed, and then went to investigate again. I jumped up onto all the cupboards and units, it was wonderful. I ran through the hall …it's very long. After a while I was tired, so I went to sleep.

When I woke up I couldn't remember where I was, I thought I had been having a nice dream but no … it was all real.

I tried to climb up the tree but I kept falling off it …instead I thought it would make a good toilet - as it was much more natural to me than a litter-tray.

I was alone for quite a long time but there was so much to see and do … that I wasn’t in the least bit bored.
Eventually my human came home.
I was very pleased to see her. She seemed quite pleased to see me too. She picked me up and kept kissing me. I really don't like being picked up very much but I thought I had better not say anything, at least not straight away … just in case she decided not to keep me.

She went into the kitchen and then she started calling me. I really don't like the name Thomas very much … I prefer my own name but unfortunately I can't seem to make her understand me.
I decided that if I ignored her she might realise that Thomas wasn’t my name. Whoever heard of a Turkish cat called Thomas?
She came back into the room where I was and started asking me if I had been to the toilet. I mean really, what sort of a question is that to ask? It's very private. I wouldn't dream of asking another cat a question like that!

She was going round the room sniffing everywhere. She went to my tree and started poking around in the pot. I thought she was very strange indeed.
Then I was picked me up again and taken me back out to the litter-tray.
She started telling me that this was where I had to go to the toilet … not the tree, the litter tray.
Boy she was really hung up on this toilet thing.

Later she gave me some more food … it was fish, which as you know, cats love.

I decided that I could easily forgive her "toilet" fixation if she kept feeding me like this.
I liked sitting on her lap and letting her stroke me but I was definitely getting a little bit bored with her picking me up all the time.

It didn't take me very long to get settled in and within a few days I knew where everything was.

She still kept checking my toilet habits but I realised that the best way to deal with the situation was to occasionally use the litter-tray … then she wouldn't keep poking around in my tree. Some hope!  ,About a week after I arrived I went into the biffest room  ... she was in there, struggling to pull my tree across the floor.
It stands in a very big china pot and is very tall and very wide. She was very angry and shouted at me to get out of her sight.
This was serious. Maybe she would throw me out of the house.
I ran across to her, jumped on her head and told her I was sorry. I started kissing her … she likes that.
She started playing with me but told me the tree was going into another room and that she was going to keep the door locked.
She said the whole apartment was stinking … it smelled just fine to me.

Next she pulled out that machine that sucks up everything off the floor … I definitely don't like that … but even worse, I found out what the strange smell was that I noticed when I first arrived. She brought in a long canister and started spraying all the furniture with it … and then rubbed it all in with a cloth!
I sneezed and sneezed. My eyes were watering and I could hardly breathe. Honestly I thought I was going to die.

I got out of that room very fast.
She came running behind me, she kept calling me and telling me she was sorry but the canister was still in her hand ... there was no way I was going near her … she was a real danger to my health.

I tried to dive past her but she grabbed me and once again she picked me up. She was saying stuff like, ‘Poor Thomas,'... ' I’m so sorry Thomas,' ...'I didn't know you had an allergy to polish … I won't use it again.”
I didn't know what an allergy was and I had never heard of polish but I guessed that was what was in the canister.

I had really had enough. She’d taken away my tree after telling me I could go anywhere in the house and do anything I wanted. She’d tried to kill me with something called polish and now she was picking me up again.
I really couldn't help it …I scratched her on her arm. She dropped me a bit smartly I can tell you.
I ran into her bedroom and hid under her bed.

I had a little chuckle to myself. The look on her face was a picture. I know it was naughty but she really did ask for it. Don't you think?

Anyway, I will write to you again soon.

Love from Thomas.

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Reviewed by John Parker 11/15/2008
very amusing!

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