Saturday, 28 February 2015

Goodbye February 2015

Well here we are on the last day of February. Thank goodness, I hate February! It's too cold, wet and miserable for us sun lovers. Usually the worst month of the year.

This morning I woke up to the loudest clap of thunder I have ever heard, and of course our electricity immediately went off for three hours. True to my word, I have since the last cuts purchased a second hand gas heater and it has been a godsend. But yesterday the gas ran out on the cooker so I had used the bottle from the heater to cook last night. So I still didn't reap the benefit of it while the power was down. Now I am looking out for a second gas heater and a spare gas bottle. That should cover every eventuality.

Every winter I am lulled into a false sense of security as we approach Christmas and the weather is still not too bad. Cold at night admittedly but still with some nice sunny days when you can get outside to do things. Consequently, I am always surprised by how cold it starts to get in January. In January the weather starts to get colder with plenty of storms and rainy days. Bringing with them the electricity cuts that so often accompany the bad stormy weather here. We have had a particularly cold winter with several nights below freezing, even snow flurries on two occasions and it has caused havoc with some of our more tender plants. Some may recover some may not, we will have to wait and see what happens when the weather improves.

Looking back at my post on 28th February last year, I mention that "we have been blessed with some glorious weather for the last couple of weeks" Well that didn't happen this year! However, we are getting the odd sunny day now and hopefully they will soon get to be more frequent as we move into March. I do hope so.

David has been doing odd bits and pieces in the garden when the weather has permitted and has nearly completed the wall between the drive and the back garden, as well as having made a start on his shed. He is so looking forward to having a 'man cave' again. He doesn't know yet how much toot is moving out of the house into yet though!

The hard landscaping of the back garden has taken a lot longer than we thought, but it is well on the way now. The reinforced concrete hearths have gone on the barbecue and outdoor oven, so they should be finished in time to use this year. When I look back to a picture taken last spring you can at least see a difference.

hearth going on the oven base

Picture taken in March of last year

Picture almost one year on - walled raised beds, paved, bases for barbecue & oven in & wall going up

I don't 'do' outdoors in the cold, so I have spent a lot of my time, taking up an interest I started years ago, which is tracing my family history. My father and mother split up when I was only four years old, so I have never known much about my father's side of my family. So nobody was more surprised than me to discover that almost all of that side of my family originated from County Wicklow in Ireland, and I have had great fun discovering more about them over the past few weeks. I am back to the 1700's, but now it's getting difficult because Ireland sadly lost nearly all it's records during the Irish Civil War in 1922 when, after an explosion, fire destroyed the building in which they were kept. Nothing is ever easy is it? But I have always loved Ireland and it has given me a real urge to return and look around the places from which my family originate. Half Irish huh! I am so pleased.

I have only left the house twice in February. Once to go and do our monthly shopping, and another day to go to the car boot. Oh joy! I love those car boots. This time I purchased a brass oil lamp for the back garden, a rug for the sitting room, rose plants and a catering size stainless steel cooking tray complete with a drip tray to use in the outdoor oven. Then on to Eyna restaurant for a full English breakfast, followed by a rummage through the 3C's charity shop - love it!

On my last blog post I wrote about our old cat Çingene and how poorly she was. She was so poorly that for three consequetive nights I thought she would pass away in the night. I know that if at that stage I had taken her to the vets he would have put her to sleep. But as she was not in any distress and knowing her like I do, I felt inclined to give her a chance. She is still with us and is a lot better than she was. I am now thinking it is 50/50 that she will make it through the winter and into another spring.  We must not ever underestimate her spirit or sheer bloody mindedness to get through. I am still making her hot water bottles for her bed, but sometimes she is moving to sit on the radiator or a dog, and she is eating well again now, so there is hope.

Red can't work out why Kizzy is wearing a cat!

Roll on summer that's what I say!


Saturday, 14 February 2015

Çingene - the uninvited 'short term' visitor

When we moved here almost three years ago, we had absolutely no plans to take on another cat. We already had two that we had brought with us from England which we thought was quite enough. However, fate moves in mysterious ways and a third came into the fold.

Having lost three, fourteen year old dogs in the last couple of years we had made no move to replace them as we knew that we were planning to move abroad, so when we hit Turkish soil we arrived with just one black Labrador. I had kept Labradors for many years in England whereas David had always been a German Shepherd owner. I was therefore easily tempted with a German Shepherd bitch that was needing a home very soon after we arrived. Although David was in the UK at the time, I went down to the vets in Calis (where she had just been spayed) to see the dog and offered it a forever home. Great, I thought, this would be a nice surprise for David on his return.

While I was viewing the dog, a member of the Animal Aid team said "You wouldn't like a cat as well would you?"

"Absolutely not!" I replied.

They went on to explain that they had a cat which was currently at the vet's in desperate need of a home. She had been found in a very sorry state at Fethiye fish market by some holiday makers who had asked Animal Aid to take her in. She was thought to be 8 or 9 years old, the vet had diagnosed chronic kidney failure and ongoing flu virus and her prognosis was poor, with the vet expecting her to only live a few more weeks - months at best. Basically she needed somewhere to be loved during her terminal care. Because of the situation with her smelly breath, snotty nose and short term prognosis they had not managed to place her and she had been living at the vets for several weeks. Not fit enough to return to the streets, yet with nowhere else to go.

"Come and see her anyway" they cleverly said and led me through to another room where in a cage was the long haired tabby of which they spoke. They opened the cage and let her out and she was so pleased to see every one and to have a few moments fuss, that of course my heart went out to her situation and bearing in mind that it was very short term care I did not have the heart to refuse her a place for a short while to live out her days with some company and love.

As agreed both the dog and cat were delivered by Animal Aid a couple of days later. They even lent me a cage to keep the cat in. So here we are, David in England still and two new animals to cope with - a German Shepherd that is a known cat chaser and a cat that is terminally ill. I thought I am obviously insane!

I opted to put her cage in the sitting room so that she had constant company and while the new dog (later to become known as Kizzi) alternated with playing with our Labrador and trying to get in the cage to eat the cat (a fact that the cat totally ignored), she was fascinated by the television and climbed on top of her sleeping box to have a better view. She sat there for a couple of hours watching the television absolutely enthralled.

Wow - a lady on the wall singing how wonderful!

The following day I decided to let her out of the cage for a wander around the sitting room and although the dog was fascinated by her and followed her around with a threatening demeanour, she survived the day unharmed.

Early days - "I eat cats, you should be scared and ......run!"

To be honest she was not the most pleasant companion, sneezing into the air constantly spreading snot wherever she went, and understandably constantly wanting attention. If ignored for more than a few minutes she took to launching herself onto my head as I passed by, so that I spent a lot of time in the first few days wearing her like a hairy Easter bonnet!

She has no fear of dogs ................

tamed the cat chaser ............

.............. and soon became one of the gang

Our cat Inca hated her with a vengeance and ran upstairs to squeeze herself under radiators and hide from this hairy interloper. Çingene however, totally ignored this bad behaviour just as she ignored the dogs. I am sure she had seen much worse living on the street for 9 years.

 Çingene totally unfazed by Inca's staring and vibes of hate coming from behind her

After a couple of days I decided to let her out and of course she immediately disappeared. After a few hours I thought that's it then I'll never find her again. But at tea time she came marching back demanding her tea and for the first time I felt that she thought of this as home.

Naming her was easy. With her known background of vagrancy I decided to call her Çingene (pronounced chingenner) which is Turkish for gypsy.

We had been asked by Animal Aid if we would contact the couple who found her in the fish market, and had indeed gone on to sponsor her at the vets on their return to Scotland. I wrote to them and sent some photographs of her and asked them about when they had found her. This is their reply

 "When I saw her first she was sitting, hunched up on the ledge of the coffee grinders shop window and was in a wretched state;emaciated, scraggy, snotty nosed but saying "Hi" and not in the least bit frightened . There was something about her brave spirit that touched mine and left me in no doubt she needed a chance of something better."

Brave spirit indeed! She has embraced having her own home at last like no other cat I have ever known. She is determined, bloody minded even and very much larger than life, a true character.

When she first arrived she was eating a prescription diet for her kidney problem, but after a while she refused to eat it and was stealing the other cats normal cat food anyway. She is the fussiest eater I have ever known. It is not unusual for me to offer her several choices in one day before she will tuck into something. It's a case of what she fancies or she will refuse to eat at all. I cook her chicken, liver, fish, try cat food, all sorts. Sometimes she will at last tuck into something and then the next day refuse to eat it again and you have to start the elimination process all over again.

I think she also felt that she needed to pay rent because every day I would hear her approaching, mewing loudly. I soon learnt to realise it meant she was bringing me a present.

One of  Çingene's presents

The second summer she was here she disappeared, we could not find her anywhere. We spent days searching the hedgerows and the mountain to no avail. We were convinced that something awful had happened to her and realised how big a place in our hearts she had stolen, she was so conspicuous in her absence. Then after around a week she arrived home looking well and happy without a care in the world and regrouped with us again.

Then the following summer she used to eat her breakfast then rush off not to be seen again for some hours, then returning at night for her tea. After a while and because she seemed to rush out with such intent, I stood on our upstairs terrace and watched where she went. She ran straight across the field in front of our house and over the wall of a recently built and occupied property and jumped straight onto their terrace. I heard the lady say "Hello" and she disappeared into their house. I imagine that because she looks so scraggy most of the time, they thought she was a street cat. This went on for weeks and weeks until when they went away on holiday. David passed their friend walking along the road one day. Striking up conversation, as you do it transpired that this lady was instructed to bring freshly cooked and chopped chicken up every day in their absence. David explained that actually she did have a home and the supply must have been cut off because after that she stopped her morning visits.

We were told by the vet that she was not spayed, but that he would not operate because she would not survive the anaesthetic. He assured us it did not matter because she was too ill to have any seasons. Wrong! After a year with us she came into season and strode around making the most hideous din. She called so loud she drove us crazy. We tried desperately to keep her indoors, but determined character that she is, she managed an escape by just jumping off the upstairs terrace - a considerable height. So after that we didn't try to contain her but gave her the morning after pill just in case.

Which brings me to another facet of her bloody minded character.  Çingene is the most difficult cat to get tablets down that I have ever encountered. At the first sight of me approaching with a tablet, metamorphosis into a larger wild cat is instant. She will contort her body and fight with every inch of her being and I have the scars to prove it. I have learnt that I have to be 100% on target at the first attempt or I can wave the idea goodbye until she has forgotten. These days I wrap her tightly in a towel to keep those claws at bay before even attempting the hated procedure and even then she can often manage to free her front legs and those claws before I even have her mouth open.

Last winter I made the cats some beds and she loves hers. This winter she has a hot water bottle in it which I replenish several times a day. But her favourite thing of all is stolen food. Given any opportunity she will steal from, plates, saucepans, dustbins, dog bowls, anything she can find. She instinctively knows the coolest places to lay at any given time of day in the summer and will move around from place to place as the sun shifts round. She knows all the warmest places to be in the winter too. I guess after so many years of having to fend for herself she is incredibly street wise You can take the cat from the street, but you can't take the street from the cat!

stealing from the dog bowl 


Loving her bed with her own hot water bottle too

Well that was almost three years ago and the short term visitor is still here. She hates the cold and her condition deteriorates every winter, and every winter we think we are going to lose her, but she has so far bounced back in the spring and managed another summer.

I think she thought she had come to paradise when she came here. She has loved her life and seems to be eternally grateful for being offered this home after all those years of surviving on the street with her illness. She is affectionate, adores me, and her laid back attitude has meant that she has survived the dogs and even Inca came to accept her presence in the end although it did take two years!

I am telling her long overdue story now because at the moment she is very poorly indeed and I didn't want her to finally lose her battle and her story to have been untold. But however this winter evolves for her, she has had at least three years of running free in a safe environment where she will continue to be loved and cherished to the end of her days.


 Çingene enjoying life in the country instead of having to survive ill on the streets of Fethiye





Monday, 26 January 2015

Two bits of good news one here and one from the UK!

I don't want to tempt fate by mentioning it, but so far we have had all services since they returned just over a week ago. It is great to be warm, to have water, to be able to heat the water for a shower, use the phone and have internet connection.

Our first bit of good news is that the builders came in to look at the considerable damage caused by a leak in the bathroom pipework. We were dreading the cost of correcting it. We have now discovered that our insurance covers the work, which we are delighted about and the guys have been in and found three leeks in the pipework, which they have mended and we are now waiting to see if the floor starts to dry out or if there are more that haven't yet been discovered. So at the moment we have one of the bedrooms and it's en-suite in complete disarray while we play the waiting game.

The bathroom has no toilet ......

.... and no sink

and the bedroom has only half a floor!

I think this is the time of year I like the least, or that I find the most frustrating. The garden looks at it's worst, but the weather is not conducive to getting outside to improve it. The odd sunny days are lovely to see and we rush outside and do a bit, but then the rains return and we are stuck inside again.

We failed in our intention to finish hard landscaping the back garden last year, but should definitely be able to finish it this year. The raised beds are all finished and the paving is all laid now, the barbecue and outdoor oven are in the process of being built. I am so looking forward to them being up and running. Once we have finished building them, then the last wall can be built and it should then start to resemble the courtyard garden that we envisaged. We have had to leave this wall until last as it is much easier to cart in concrete, paving slabs etc. before building it. We have high hopes that by the summer we will finally be able to start enjoying al fresco dinners in our lovely new garden.

I have a way to go with the planting yet, but hopefully with the building nearing completion there will be a little more money available for me to be able to spend on plants instead of having to spend any spare pennies on building materials.

After the severe cold spell several plants have been frost damaged and we are waiting to see if they recover or if it is a permanent goodbye. The biggest potential loss is the lemon tree. We were told that it is not possible to grow lemons up in Uzumlu because of the colder temperatures, but we tried anyway and had nurtured our tree through two winters by wrapping it in fleece and plastic in the cold weather. This year we had lemons on it for the first time, but it has been damaged by the frost so fingers crossed that it survives. I also have three young avocado trees that I have grown from the stones from bought avocados we have eaten. We did plant an avocado tree in the garden about five years ago, but lost it the first winter, so I have kept these in pots and consequently moved them into the house so at least they are safe from the frost.

But the really good news is that after a 17 year courtship, my daughter's partner whisked her off for a surprise weekend in Amsterdam, where she was wined and dined and then taken to the love bridge where they attached a padlock and he dropped down on one knee and proposed to her in front of all the passers by. How romantic is that! It may have taken a while but at least the proposal when it did come was planned and carried out in style. All their relatives and friends are delighted, with some saying "About bloody time!" and some saying "Are you sure you really know each other well enough for marriage?"

The soon to be Mr and Mrs Halsey in Amsterdam

Padlock fixed to the love bridge in Amsterdam

Personally I couldn't be more pleased. They are planing to get married in September next year 2016, so I have just over 18 months to save for the trip and to lose a lot of weight. I need to look my best - Mother of the bride and all that!