Zor bir gün: A difficult day

It's not always tea and baklava in a cafe overlooking the Bosphorus, you know? So, the mother cat, Black September, yowled her way into a vet office to be spayed. She came home yesterday, poor thing. What a mess... disoriented, exhausted, and looking awful. In the meantime, the wind blew our bedroom door so hard that the glass shattered everywhere. Great. After I swept up the glass, I tried to contact the kapıcı (apartment maintenance /doorman) all afternoon. Not home. Finally, around 5:30pm, I made Alex go find him. He was there... and came up to see the damage. He helped get the rest of the glass out of the door, and has arranged for the camcı (glass repairer) to come Saturday afternoon to replace the glass. Now, for a minimum of privacy we have a lovely orange sheet covering the gaping hole. Of course, the kitten quickly figured out that she could jump in and out of the room at will, which she did all night long. We hope she doesn't smash the new window...
The poor cat... she has a protective collar, but I took it off for little so she could rest.

The wrecked window

The classy curtain solution