This is our original crew. Their mother brought them to our doorstep on our first day here in Turkey. The picture shows them at about six months old (left to right - Whisky, Blackie, Ginger). Not very original names I know but in those days we weren't really cat people.
Little did we know that these three were to change our lives so much. Today we spend most of our time and all of our spare cash on street cat welfare here in Turkey. Below is their lair in some bushes outside our new home near Davutlar when they were just six weeks old (estimated).
As Winter drew in and the holidaymakers left their holiday homes it gradually began to dawn on us that if we didn't take them to our new permanent home in Kusadasi then they would starve. As Europeans one just doesn't come across these dilemmas that often. So we packed them in a cardboard box and took them with us some two months after the above picture was taken. We now know that mum would have abandoned them anyway at around that time. We tried to take mum with us. She didn't like that idea at all. She was probably an abandoned house cat rather than a hardcore street cat and had a bit of class. She would never enter the house unless invited and would wait patiently to be asked in. We now realise Pussy was special. She was a fantastic mum who held her kits down by their shoulders to keep their faces clean and showed them how to climb trees. The memory of leaving her behind to her fate is still painful some three years later.
