That temporary rescue turned into vet visits, parasites, and even waking up with cat poop on my forehead. Her state was not very good for weeks. But even sick, she was playful, and I was in love! Someone suggested the name Naomi after Naomi Campbell; long legs, good looks, a little bitchy, detached energy. It was perfect! From day one, she was cute trouble and my absolute love. She claimed the TV during tennis matches, curled up on my books, with full intellectual energy. She's also scratched my eyelid twice (black eyes, almost stitches, bleeding). My body is covered in scars. But no problem, I love her!

When I got a job in Barcelona, there wasn't even a question: I wasn't leaving without my cats. The flight was traumatic. Süt was shocked, and Naomi took her stress out on my arms. Barcelona company apartment got peed on immediately; bed, couch, floor. I had to pay for the ruined couch. But I was happy. I didn't know anyone in the city, but I had my little family.

I lost my older cat Süt a couple of years ago, which broke me. I held on to my Naomi, my little bandit. Now she is enjoying the Barcelona weather, watching birds on the terrace. She has a rescued dachshund, semibrother of my boyfriend, little cute Olaf, to whom she still shows her strong character (of course), and I don’t know how I could be without her.

I was so lucky to have found her on the street. Turkey is full of cats like Naomi, sweet, scrappy, loving, ready to join your life.”