I am going to introduce you my cat KaraMel and the love without expectation.
The first evening when he arrived with his sister (Name: Poduk, later Stupsi) they got their names. They were 3 months old and started to discover our flat. They were bit frightened but more curios about the new environment, new people. After a lot of idea's and minutes of thinking about a name for the black cat it was finally my brother Furkan (
) who had this suggestion to call him Kara Mel Gibson Gürlek. We said like yeah! this is good! this is cool and fits perfectly and has so many meanings.
What makes him so special?
KaraMel loves food and he is always hungry. He is so smart in term of waking up someone (for food), begging for food or begging for attention (for food). He scratches some important documents, scratching doors if you close them or scratches every kind of couch. Sometimes he is just walking on your keyboaisahfiusnadkjngkjsg while typing. 😀
When I come home, he always knows it and runs to the door and saying hello (do you have food?). He is the best alarm a human can need. He wakes you up exactly at the time for the morning prayers in a very soft and smoothy way.. He can be very patient and just sitting in front of you and when he recognize that you are already awake, he jumps to my bed and touching my head with his head. You can just wake up with smiling if something sweet and soft kisses you in the very early morning. And his purring is sooo relaxing, its the best therapy I know.
What are his talents? (if you have food/ treats in your hands...)
Why no one can understand the love between us?
People think they are smart and that they understand cats. They say, he doesnt love you, he loves food. If you dont give him food he would show you just his backside. He loves you as long as you give him his food. They say, cats are thankless. That's the point ! Here you have to change your mind. You do what you do without expectation. I love Karamel the way he is. I do not expect that he is thankful. How egoistic would that be to expect something from a cat. cats are so special and maybe know or feel much more than you. Unlike dogs, they dont see humans as their "gods" so they dont do the things a dog does. They know / feel existence of something bigger and higher than humans. What are humans that they should be kindly with us. Do you have an idea how many people mistreat cats all over the world? Why should they be thankful, how do you know if cats cant send their knowledge or experiences to each other over the world. Scientist couldnt even investigate properly the function and the origin of purring. Humans are ingrate towards cats. Cats are reasonable that no mouse is in your house. Even in the desert they were used to fight against scorpions. Home cats are the killer number one regarding the victims art types from flies to spiders.
As I love my cat from the bottom of my heart with everything, even when he wakes me up very early or disturbs me when I write something (even during my bachelor thesis it was nice when he added his notes to my paper. Maybe that was the reason why I got the best grade 1.0, yeah ) .
From day one to everytime I will love Karamel how he is. I dont expect any return, I do just love. Cmon look into these eyes, through the gate to the soul. Either you can see it or not.
I love just with my instinct. It is not written, there are no rules or any explanation which could described it. You cant understand it so just live, love and share it.
- Version translated from German: *
The cat that haunts us through hard times
Here the part starts, where it gets sad :(
You know the feeling, the fear that one day this one day will come.
It's so incredibly sad that your conscience protects you by suppressing all these years, but today the day has arrived and the night before it was the longest of my life. It is as if Karamel wanted to simplify the processing process, which began some time ago. The point in time when he waited for my birthday, on the birthday he put his token of love on display twice and we got him an honorable and heroic portrait as a souvenir at home. The time when we are all together and in the same place. We got the opportunity to get used to his absence. He guided us step by step into this weekend. He gave us the opportunity to say goodbye. He gave his peaceful last breath in my arms.
Meow, or hello, as you always say, I'm Karamel. For years I haven't uttered a word of myself. My mom also observed that very closely and mentioned it often, right Mommy? Why talk too? Didn't I understand each and every one of you without words, was there for you when you had pain or problems? Or simply a smile and pure love pumped into you and just had to throw my gaze or avert it. No matter what I do, it was irresistibly lovable. It was more than enough to make various sweet sounds from me or just to stare at you with my wonderful googly eyes to get the attention. Even if I was very still and not exactly in the immediate vicinity, I was always on your mind. I have countless examples of this, some of which I would like to mention: I sleep comfortably on a bed and enjoy it while Talha goes to the bathroom to take a shower. But every time Talha came out of the shower and tried to open the door from the inside, he paused for a moment and opened the door hesitantly and carefully. Because he knew I could sit right outside the door and wait for him and look up. Even if I always stood there exactly so that the door wouldn't touch me when it opened, the thought that damage could happen to even one of my fur tips was so terrible for him that he tried to rule out any risk. The same game when he came from outside and I, of course, through his steps in the stairwell or the way he opened the front door or simply because I just felt that he was coming home, we both knew that this stupid door was still between us and had to be opened slowly so that my flawless whiskers would not be crushed when I couldn't wait to present my beauty and my misses to the talha. Well actually I had the beauty and Talha missed me. He misses a lot of me, just everything. He misses my special purr, my special meow. He misses me on the chair at the dining table, sitting like a human. He misses my package shape. He misses my light little human-like breath that you rarely heard when I slept. He misses the way I run to him when he comes home. We both miss how to open a tin can with corn or young carrots in it. He misses being woken up early in the morning by me and my cutest attempts, even if it was sometimes 4 or 5 in the morning my "small" appetite and he still had to get up and give me something temporary, like a little milk. With that I bridged the time, because there is a regular breakfast for me at 6 o'clock sharp. So I'll just come back a little earlier so that there is no delay. If there was paper or the like in the room with which I could make crunching noises, getting up and giving food was a bit faster than if I walk on him for minutes, purr and meow and bump my head against his. What Talha doesn't know is that I let him sleep in peace many times early in the morning and just sat quietly in front of him for a long time and watched him until the first sign of waking up appeared.
He wishes and misses to be woken up by me every morning, of course he prefers my gentle, soft purring manner. But even when the newspaper is loud, he can hardly resist the caresses that take place shortly before dinner. He loves the tradition that when he is cleaning my food bowl and I also jump up on the closed toilet and send him a love sign with my cheeks against his cheeks. He misses the way I mew loudly afterwards even though he's already getting my food ready.
He is responsible for closing return bottles and packing them in the collection bag, which he always lost, to get me my dear treats. He always has the best smartphone for dark conditions to show my black splendor even more clearly in the dark and against a black background. He took care of one person who didn't care that I didn't stir up to take care of the door, but I always took care of myself and still my drowsiness in my eyes and gait ruled. Then to take me in his arms and to smell my near-always scent and to kiss me besieged. He demands my art, which is still yielding at the moment, of not wanting to jump off my arm immediately. He insists that I've heard rights longest in his arms without protest. He kicks all the unpleasant things that he has accepted for me, as if he ignored the cold on the balcony to just be in my own, how he not turn on the lights and slowly move around the rooms, touching it, so that the glare Light does not bother my eyes, I just recently heard and so that he does not step on me if he has not seen where I am. He has it, how then his eyes got used to the darkness and he heard influences my outlines and my responsible eyes. He hears it when I actually heard myself completely normal, but he heard after me in the whole house, where I can be. It was carried out to leave me and give my names, but we did it when he heard me by himself. He is kicking it to clean my political rights and how I insisted it's clean. He has done my cleanliness and my sweet tongue shower, in order then to let my personality shine in the sun shower in black and brown tones. He kicks it when directing my pre-tax tricks. He likes to look after me in my retreat when too many visitors are just too much for me. He hears my patience and calm, which I also show small children. He kicks it like I got jealous, be it little loving children or other cats he petted. That is still possible with the children, but with the other cats I gave him a clear sign that it would not work when he was with more than 4 cats to practice cats. The smell and the thought hit me and heard my belly tearing off my fur until he tried that it was because of the other cats. Then of course he broke off this job for me immediately and never did it again. He kicks it, as I just meow at every chance, what he heard, even if it was milk. He hears opening packs extra quietly that were not intended for me and opening packs extra loud where I can drink or eat. Everything, nothing, what, what, what, what, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing. He kicks it the way I run after him or how I'll make it clear to him in the living room with kisses on the head that we should run in the kitchen. It belongs to my special 5 minutes a week, where I run back and forth like in the whole apartment and whine and meow completely. He kicks it to just stand up and look after me when I yelp loudly, regardless of whether he was sleeping or was related.
He misses the way I slobber on the food with my endless hunger and make the dry food small with my sweet teeth and make such a cute cracking noise that he even saves it in his phone. If he said, please turn it down .. then not because of him, but noticed my ears and suspected that the volume of something might bother me. I was always his first priority. Sometimes he looked at the clock and noticed that my meal time was approaching, but no one was home to prepare it. He set off as quickly as possible, no matter where he was, so as not to serve me my food too late. And made sure for several years that I didn't get my food late. He never liked that I should eat at a certain time anyway, but we both complied but still had our compromises, which we always kept secret. Because I can keep secrets and surprises to myself very well. For example, when you woke up in the morning and a lot of toilet paper was lying around in tatters in the living room and you all thought it wasn't me .. But I fooled you well. How many times have I fooled you and pretended I hadn't eaten to get a double portion of food. It was so easy to fool you, even your 7 yedi signs didn't help but only caused confusion. I always got what I wanted and did everything as it suits me, because deep down I knew none of you could resist me and forbid something. I had my reasons why I enjoyed this affection and love from you from afar and did not like being held by the arm for long. No cat could stand as much love as you have for me. I know exactly how each and every one of you would like to cuddle with my nice-smelling, soft, warm layer of fur. If I had once allowed it, it would have been part of everyday life and I preferred to choose calm and get love precisely and directly and shown it the way I wanted it.
Just as I now admit that I am currently controlling Talha and have him write these lines with my Zen powers, which I have learned in the package form that I love from all sides, I can also reveal that as a thank you for the various gifts on my birthday, I can say every Year I thanked Talha in a form. Be it on one of his birthday's when I suddenly went to his bed for an unusually long time and slept there until he got pain and cramps, but enjoyed it so much that he hardly moved because he was afraid I would myself move away at its smallest movement. So after a long time I went away on my own to protect him so that he would not suffer any permanent damage because of me. On another birthday, I allowed him to stay in my bed for a long time without me leaving because I usually always need a lot of space and therefore my own bed. Maybe you don't know how stressful it could be in the long run if I would sleep with my sweet 6-7 kilos on you every night and you can't move. I just wanted to protect you and spare you suffering that you could not imagine. Often times I would explain a special act or behavior to Talha exactly on his birthday, as well as on his last, when I usually always hid under the bed all day. But, on that day, I was the one who congratulated him exactly at his birth time (together with Azize) 8:40.
I also didn't want to miss it when he was congratulated with cake and singing in the morning. I gathered my strength, picked myself up and went into the living room, sent my message to him with my beautiful eyes and then had to go back into the room because I had done my job. The same game was played again in the evening, although I had to hide under the bed all day, I couldn't miss it and was there on time to congratulate everyone on the spot. Threw love and joy into the room and then presented my dear Talha with honorable proof for the last time, even if he didn't need it, that over the years we have built a very special bond that will last forever. I am so small in the human world but have such a big place in so many hearts. I have a way that no matter who could only love me. Even scared people with phobias of cats were taught better with a lot of time and patience thanks to my calm manner and my lovable personality. With a lot of patience and caution, Talha always made sure that no more doors could slam. Or every time he made Kellogs and it sounded like dry food, he knew that if he opened the kitchen door now, I would sit there very well and look up and say what about me? where is my Kellogs? We always shared, we drank milk from the same Kellogg bowl. Once we even pulled on the same spaghetti like lovers and kissed each other. When he wrote his bachelor thesis, why do you think he got a 1.0? It was my keystrokes that sealed the icing on the cake. Speaking of keystrokes, there are plenty of recordings of how I demonstrate my piano skills. I am very talented musically, everyone who drives me to the vet in the car knows that. I like to sing along with Beyoncé's Halo, but only at the one point where my meow fits right in. I not only like to sing, no, playing catch with Talha was also a great pleasure for me, even if he had no chance to catch me, because in seconds I walked between chairs and tables where he couldn't get through so easily, it was ours Both of them still had a lot of fun being out of breath by running after the other into one room and then back to the other. We played a lot of different games with rope, balloons, soap bubbles or little birds until the interest waned with age. Still, I don't forget that Talha kept trying to encourage me to play with something new. He mainly used treats and trained me to be a hunter like no other. I was like a ninja on the doors or cupboards where no one expected me. My jumping performance was enormous. Talha has often noticed, when testing the reaction of other cats when catching the treat, that they cannot match my reaction, speed and precision. Like a goalkeeper, I grabbed treats in the air, just like the one sparrow in the straight line of our balcony.
I never forget the day when Talha came home with Safaa and they both wondered why I didn't run to the reception door this time as usual. I had a surprise that day. A short time later, I came in with a sparrow in my mouth and proudly presented my catch and present. I just had to show it and so I walked into his room with it and looked at him with the bird in my mouth and it was a wonderful moment. Then both understood why there was no greeting that day, but rather an unexpected surprise. I just wanted to play with the sparrows, then everything degenerated and my instincts took over. I knew no mercy then. My prey was my prey. I am a cunning black panther and I know no mercy. At some point, flies and moths were no longer exciting enough and far too easy to catch. Talha and I are a dream team. We always knew about each other and were almost always in the same room. If someone went to another room, it didn't take long for someone to follow suit. We both knew that when there was tea and biscuits, hearts opened in us and eyes widened. We loved eating speculoos, pancakes, or even better the cake that Mommy made for us. I am glad that I was able to try many different types of food and discover some favorite things for myself. Like chips, for example. Do you know cats who love chips like me? Even at my difficult time, when I gave up almost everything and didn't eat anything, I couldn't resist chips and I ate chips one last time and made that sweet sound while plastering. Do you actually know that I'm a very special cat? Talha knows exactly what I am talking about. They say cats can remember things for up to 16 minutes and for a lifetime of things they want to remember. Every time Talha came back from abroad, sometimes after 6 months, sometimes after a year, I felt it and ran to the door, I still knew the tradition in the bathroom with a food bowl and everything else too. I'm the hangover type whose perfection is so perfect that even in describing my perfection there is a certain pressure on people that never goes away. There is no text ready to describe me. The author knows, even if he has put the last sentence, the last point, that nothing is finished for a long time and an invisible incompleteness depresses him. One last time I demonstrated all my specialties under the influence of cortisone.
One last time I woke Talha up with pure love by completely unexpectedly going up on his back one morning and waking him up and pressing my soft cheeks against his. At that moment I felt how happy and suddenly Talha woke up at 5 a.m., mind you. I climbed my cat palace one last time. One last time I presented package form. For the last time I clawed food from the dining table with my special kind on the side. For the last time I purred loudly and for a very long time to overfill Talha with a deposit of healing energy so that he could get over my absence more easily. I put my paw on his hand one last time. Because it was so beautiful and touching twice. I heard my favorite song Halo one last time in the car on his lap. For the last time I looked at Talha with such special eyes and threw a special look that told everything about us. Once and for the last time I fell asleep in Talha's arms in full security and tranquility.
24.10.2020
Karamel's favorite song
- Version translated from Turkish: *
They weren't just a cat in our homes
They are adopted, they are what we missed while we were out, our reasons for returning home.
They are the little but very precious relics of Allah to us, they are our sources of happiness ..
While telling my friend that he is my cat, my heart wants to be at home right now to take it to my arms, if I stay away from it like crazy .. I admire its creation, I am sick of the movement of the ears, its purr is the most beautiful song, its hair is softer than the most beautiful silk of the world ..
The beautiful cats that cause the mercy, love and love to multiply every day in waves in the hearts of people .. let it be the God who created you ..
- Version translated from Turkish: *
Don't cry for me. You gave me a house to take on, gave me food and above all you gave me your love. The last thing I want is to see you suffer for me. I'm not with you now and I never want to see you sad. I hope when you think of me, you smile and that makes you happy. I want you to remember the beautiful days, loving moments and games we shared. If I disappointed you or behaved badly forgive me, I'm sorry. And please don't throw away my toys, bed and stuff. Because there are many other cats in this world that live alone, unhappy, and in need of affection. No, don't tell ... Don't say you don't want any more animals. This makes me think the time I spend with you doesn't make you happy. Please don't let my death be in vain. Good luck for someone else. And let him know how wonderful his friendship is. You also discover love. My death is not in vain. Please don't be upset. I am not upset ... Because I know you are hiding me in the most special place of your heart.
#cat
*Translated from turkish *
Karamel, you were always there for me. It was a miracle to wake up with you every day. You took the dark days into good days.
When my tooth hurt, my mother didn't believe me, but as you knew and came to my side,
my mother then noticed that I was right.
Every moment is beautiful with you.
You loved food because you grew up with us. You were also very fan of avocado, just like me.
I understand I can't do without you, but you gave me this strength ❤️
When we opened the milk packaging in the kitchen, you heard it from Furkan's room and immediately ran off with your special meow.
I'm going to miss you so much, your scratching and how you destroy my important papers.
I haven't been angry with you once, the love is so great, and you're so sweet nobody can be angry with you.
I love your character very much, when I pet other cats, believe me, no one is like you.
There can be no cat, so clever like you, I love every move from you.
Even when I was searching you I realized how smart you are, my love.
There will be moments when I remember you so much and I will write it in my notebook every moment, I will never forget you.
- Version translated from German: *
The story started with you and your sister. Unfortunately, your ways were separated early, as will soon be ours.
I feel overwhelmed and empty when I think about the fact that you won't be walking around the apartment anymore.
Your claws on the laminate will no longer announce your arrival.
In the dark and alone in my home, I can't trace the noises that I hear back to you.
With your presence you gave us a feeling of protection and security.
Through you, many people have overcome their fear of cats and have started to love cats.
We grew up together and I always had the feeling that we are very similar and have a close connection (black hair) to each other.
You were like a little brother to me and the harder it is for us all to let go.
We are incredibly grateful that you have enriched our lives with your soothing purr, with your kitir and the closeness you have offered us.
Even if you haven't said a single word in 12 years, it feels like you know all my thoughts and emotions.
I will always like to remember how beautifully your fur shone in the sun (aşky fire heart). Your fur is so unique and soft like no other cat.
I'm sorry you couldn't explore the garden and the surrounding area, but I hope we made your life as comfortable as possible.
I am overjoyed that we had the chance to experience your aşkyheit and I want you to know that you have changed our lives in a positive way.
We are proud to have such a wonderful and intelligent cat as a family member.
We love you Karamel and hopefully one day we will overcome the pain and smile at all the beautiful moments you gave us. I am glad that you filled our lives with joy and happiness ❤️
You will always be anchored deep in our hearts.
I will miss you 🥺
- Version translated from German: *
Paintings of night skies and cold places make me more happy than sunsets and beaches
The universe, more intoxicating than the bright sun
I feel warmth and refuge when I see dark colors
Now I understand that you are the reason for this
You are more beautiful than the night Karamel
I feel unconditional love when I think of you
I love everything about you
Your purr as soon as my hand brushes your head
Your gait, considered and elegant
Your looks, dangerous and loving at the same time
Your character, unpredictable and yet familiar
You show your affection only to us, never to the public
Nevertheless, you always exude heartwarming gentleness
You understand us without words
We are in tune
To know that there will never be anything that kindles happiness like your presence is depressing
But this deep love is the most beautiful feeling and will shine forever and irreplaceably in me
I think of you
As soon as I see black pants crumpled up on the floor
When I open one of your drawers in the kitchen
When I eat chips, actually when I eat anything, because you just wanted to eat everything
When after a busy day I think about how I cuddle up to you and everything is fine again
I have been missing your paws on our laminate floor since you withdrew
Your greeting at the door
Your slightly imperious meow mixed with purring because you want to eat
Your constantly new inventive methods to wake us up because you are hungry
The idea of missing the sight of this incredibly cute black package under the bed tears me apart
Tell me, how can a being fit into a family so PERFECTLY, fill an unprecedented void and then leave one behind?
I'm afraid that the apartment will be cold now that you don't roam it every day
But remind me that you always left the place you lay on warm.
Now you teach us to grieve together, to let tears run free, to show emotions.
You came into our lives and enriched us with your beauty and wordless wisdom and taught us the definition of perfection.
I don't understand yet why you're leaving us, but there will be a good reason, you have never felt sorry for us.
I love you Karamel, I love you.
- Version translated from Turkish and German: *
There is no farewell without crying
Memories don't behave
The one's who stay,
keep the one's leaving
in their hearts within
his voice tender,
his taste tasty,he is karamelly,
with his mini mini paws,
He went to all those hearts,
that sweet look of his
the only thing left is
just to adore this
Not deepblue, green are his eyes
all the rest of him
pitch-black is a synonym
Look, if you dare
for a space where black isnt there
but you know
this black cat brings luck
just how black he is
so colorful is his heart ...
He doesn't challenge love anymore our mel
just miawing quietly, so well
as if he's trying to tell
us about true love, pure as hell
dark days are near Karamel
Makes you darkly brood over all day
Love, you have never been a burden to us
Just love and love is what you are
everything, the dark, as well as the bright
you showed us that all is love
He doesn't challenge love anymore our mel
just miawing quietly, so well
as if he's trying to tell
us about true love, pure as hell
I knew one day the day would come
did I enjoy it up until now?
It was when I heard that Karamel was gone
my loving brothers and sisters, and they wept,
what a fortune, that he came back
why did you run away sweet black cat?
was your intend
to show this life comes with two sides?
The way everyone loves you
finds a special place in their hearts
for you to stay to
Your beauty, your puurrfect darkness
the black night than reveals its secrets
your light shines through your innocent eyes
the other side of light, the dark one
which is always present, no doubt
many times for which a lot of us cried
When it's over
youre not here any longer
At that point when light shows us beauty
Light is inclined to the beautiful, clearly
about the dark not a clue
though himself in the background
is casting black shadows on the ground
that's the place where black meets white
We had a great time, but now
the wounds, will they heal somehow?
We're not able to see
how life is tricking you and me
Would it be better if it had never shown us?
And thus, we'd never have had light but darkness?
Never have experienced colorful wonders?
Hence, Day and night go together
Like a pair, like lovers
but damn we hate it
to let you go
even the tears are so slow
across our cheeks, they know
because they are beautiful, respecting the beauty
they were born from the time
when we were laughing with you
my thoughts go blank inbetween of death and life
torn to and fro, tearing my heart apart
does it have to be like that?
does life have to be so hard?
cold as stone, hard as ice
hot as blood, tender as snow
always two sides
sometimes crashes, sometimes caresses
just when arriving happily warm,
again it's farewell time
then get along alone.
do you have to leave us?
Oh Karam, let's fight one more time
let me appreciate life
razor-sharp moments and no rush
scratch me, prick deep wounds
let me feel, feel your claws
make me bleed let it flood
I know there will be scars
Not on the skin, deep inside
No way out, no way stopping the sore
not a thing that can hurt more
than to know soon not to see you anymore
to miss you
when I come home at the door
then when i sense
you're gone, living only in my memoir
it just hurts, not even close
thats not satisfying
The Times that heal wounds
are those memories fading?
will that be love, about to be forgotten?
Can't grab hold of it, please stop.
Should I cry for you forever?
forever and ever let sorrow lead me wherever it leads me?
you purr and
you want my negativity to cease in your purring
if you could say something..
your timid gentle meow im hearing
then that sweet look up at me bottom
tells me, so I imagining
it's time to let go
not the fading of love is that
but the pain of parting
in the face of moments soon gone forever
that life and fate have given us so far
rather continue to live in love
rather continue to love in life
live my love
thanking every beautiful creation of god
be grateful for what you had
dont forget,
also thank for all which is now
soon the night will fall, thank you my brightly shining black light
your love tasted like your name
we dont forget you, we won't
thank you Karamel, our inspiration
You will remember me every time, you'll arrive to the entrance of your house, and I am no longer there waiting for you
You will remember me every time you need a friend, and I am not here to listen to you
you will remember me when you wake up in the middle of the night, and I am not there to cuddle you
you will remember me when you touch a cat, and it's not me who is purring for you
All these great memories we had together, that we all wished they would last forever.
Yesterday I was living under your roof, but today I am taking naps in the arms of the source, the provider of every single thing. Allah
Death doesn't come to end us, death come to transform us, to take us to another dimension, it's called heaven.
So please when you remember me, know that I am safe, free, loved and cared about
Picture me jumping in green beautiful place, picture me flying with my angel wings, pictures me sleeping under the sun rays with god's grace
You were my family and you will always be, till we me again in this other side of existence,
thank you all for opening your heart for me, thank you all for caring and loving me,
I love you forever
