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Romanticizing My Cooking

Bakso I have to admit that my love for cooking is growing. It's growing and I can't believe it myself. This feeling has been like this since probably two years ago. Before, cooking felt like a hard work that I had to fulfill. It still is, but the difference is I enjoy it now. So it does not feel like I am forcing myself.  Back then whenever I cooked, it's either wrong recipe or incorrect measurement. It never tasted right. So I gave up cooking just because I never found the right one. And then I started to feel that I wanna eat better. I don't want to just eat whatever, I want to know what goes into my body. If I prepare it myself, then I know it's good one.  I don't eat too much sugar, sometimes it is hard to buy one thing outside and has a lot of sugar in it. So cooking it myself will allow me to control the amount of sugar. So I found recipes and I tried to make them. As to my surprise, they taste right! Exactly how they should have tasted. That made me happy

Wanna Reborn As A Cat

This one is Molly

If there is any second, third, fourth life, I would want to be born as a fat sexy cat who lives in Istanbul, fully fed and always sleeping anytime anywhere. 

This post is dedicated to our lazy kitties. My Molly is pretty social, though he/she is super lazy. Yea, we don’t know what it is yet. I suspect it’s a he but did not really attractive to a female cat. My mum told me what it is but I always take it as he. 

I adopted him when he was 4 months old. And that was in 2018. My student offered me a cat, and our forcefully taken cats have abandoned me so I said yes. She was about to move out and she had too many cats. So I adopt one. Or should I say, he took me as his slave? That sounds better.

We never buy any cats. 

He was named Cimol, I call him Molly. But many of us just call him Mol and call my sister Cim. It feels like a bundle. He is now 2 years. So in human age, he is 24 years old. Pretty mature to start his career... as a professional sleeper?


Molly is a cat that would never poop in a dirty sandbox. If he got dirty, or I would say not dirty but almost half used, he would stay around me biting me and let me know that he wants to poop but it's dirty so the slave should clean up the mess first.




The kitties in my in law's even much older than Molly. It's Boris and Rosa. They both black, pretty fat, always sleeping, and have so weird sounds. They sound like heavy smokers 😂 I think they're more than 15 years already. Super old. The only way to tell which one is which is by the white area of their nose. Though it's pretty much a game for me, always need to refresh my mind which one is Rosa which one is Boris. 



Can you see the difference of white from their nose?

We see it every day about how easier life as a cat so my husband and I are both agree that we want to be born as a cat, live in Istanbul in our next life. Well, in this term is well fed and fat. 

But anyway, do you believe in reincarnation? I do 😋

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