#catstantinople

[sparkboyproductions]

Aesha & Zahra.

(आयशा और ज़हरा)

भारत की पारंपरिक नृत्य गायें। (Translation: Traditional dancing cows of India.)

Part of my anthropomorphic world of Catstantinople, where here this art is set in India near the Taj Mahal across the Yumana River.

Here are two cow sisters named Aesha and Zahra, traditional folk Hindu dancers performing bollywood style dances which tell stories of India, the people and the religion of Hinduism itself.

Aesha: the beige cow in pink and youngest of the two.

Zahra: the grey cow in light blue and oldest.

These sisters share a very powerful bond in love and kindness. Their dances share the importance of life as well as sharing their kind nature to all they see as a friend. They also use their dance shows to teach children how to be good civilians, especially helping poor children who are homeless or sick with disease.

Note: I chose these characters to be cows because in India as well as in Hinduism, the cow is a sacred animal and here must not be harmed, threatened or killed. Hope of of you understand this.

#catstantinople #India #taj mahal sunrise tour #bollywood #dancer #anthropomorphic #cow #cow ladies #illustration #hinduism

[kleioscanvas]

Kedioğlu Pasha surveys his troops before the assault on Catstantinople, 1453 CE

#artists on tumblr #illustration #cat art #cats #medieval art #ottoman art #digital art

[tamurakafkaposts]

Catstantinople - a popular saying notes “If you kill a cat, you need to build a mosque to be forgiven by God.”

#photographers on tumblr #tamurakafkaposts #colors #cats of istanbul #Travel

[aberfaeth]

this arc has everything. escape from new york parody. gym bro serpents with abs. the pit of despair. istanboa which was catstantinople. gay mongoose. jail breaking. and most importantly, a break from istar for three blessed seconds

#i miss ozzy #w101 #c.txt

[firuzesukufe-blog]

Catstantinople on Fridays

#firuze #firuzesukufe #gezi #travel #introvert #seyahat #catstantinople #cats #kediler #sukufe #prisma #tokyo

[nous-portons]

A Vet in Catstantinople, Turkey

#cats #cat #funny

[omgilovecuteanimals]

A Vet in Catstantinople, Turkey via /r/cats https://ift.tt/3tAvQZQ

#cats #cat #furry #cute

[twokilosofbread]

Some #friends in the #park. #cats #catstantinople #catsofistanbul #catsofinstagram #kittens #kedi https://ift.tt/2yqb18j

#Instagram

[sparkboyproductions]

Catstantinople Series: Snake Curse.

New post featuring the characters of my future fable.

After Ifsan and Cassia tried to escape from Sultan Reza and his guards, their magic carpet ride was foiled thanks to Reza's most loyal advisor, the evil sorcerer, Salib. Cassia was recaptured and bought to the Sultan.

After Maryam the fox confesses that she was the one who help ifsan seek into the place to meet Cassia, cause she knew how powerful their love is. Jealous, Reza wanted to cause extreme punishment on his two harem girls. But Salib had a better cunning plan.

With his magic staff, he transformed Maryam into a pink cobra. Cassia watches in horror (as it turned out she has a fear of snakes 🐍 ), fearing that the cobra might bite her.

Cassia was soon lead away and locked up while Salib kept the snake Maryam in a basket. Will Ifsan rescue them both? Will the genie, Abi Doba stand a challenge against Salib's magic?

Inspiration came from a metamorphosis sequence from Disney's Dumbo.

#illustration #catstantinople #turkiye #snake #cobra #haremgirl #magic #dark magic #Sorcerer Salib #Cassia the cat #fable #metamorphosis

[visaluto]

Catstantinople! 🐈❤️🇹🇷 . . . . . . #Caturday #CatsOfInstagram #Kittycat #Istanbul #Turkey #Türkiye #Byzantium #Constantinople #EndlessSummer #CatsOfIstanbul #CatsTurkey #Karaköy #Catstantinople #Catsgram #Cats #Summertime #Summer #OneIstanbul #TravelDestinations #TravelDiaries #TravelInStyle #StreetLife #Cat #CatsOfTheWorld #NightOut #NightLife — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2MShAGW

#Instagram #IFTTT

[okidenshi]

I was questing with a group of random people in Instanboa, and they went into the ruins of catstantinople without me T_T

#like........ you couldn't have waited 5 seconds..... before i got to the sigil...... eugh. #okidenshi randomness

[lovetheangelshadow]

Wizard101 Fanfic: Deception is Not Always Reality Ch2

Chapter 2: Gabriel Duskeyes

“Well about time this place started looking halfway decent”, Gabriel groaned as he let his gangly body fall on one of the many beds he had in the room. His singular good eye scanned the room from between the flayed locks of black hair that framed his dark pointed face. He rubbed his snouty nose with a gloved hand and ethereally hoisted himself back up to his feet. It had not been an easy matter getting himself an honest looking home for himself. He had finally acquired legally and above board, the abandoned estate in Marleybone that he had been squatting in. It had been two years since his brief visit in Wizard City and much had come to pass in those times. Events that he took full advantage of.

First, the nation of Marleybone had been besieged by a crime wave as Cats, Rats, and unsavory leaning Dogs began to run amuck from penny anny larceny to scratching assaults. The ladies of the town pooled a sizeable amount of gold to award those who would help quell the chaos. Some wizard, Gabriel did not bother to know their name, had dealt with most of the more notable rabble leaving Gabriel to root out the more subtle rats. Some rodents are far smarter than they appear. Then just as they thought they were clear with the rex of crime behind bars, the Dogs were dragged into a war with strange beings known as Clockworks. Gabriel vaguely knew of them though he had only been an observer of the Polarian War. He would have kept out of this one, but he needed the coin. One could only possess so much dignity for so long sleeping in the taverns and house inns before thinking enough was enough.

Gabriel now looked at himself in the mirror. As arrogant and foolish a nation Marleybone was, he would not deny they had impeccable tastes in clothing. He had custom tailored his attire to fit his long-limbed frame. It was still a bit tight in the chest and the sleeves formed about his muscular frame a bit more than he would have liked. One eye was concealed by an eyepatch and his collar was framed high to conceal the few bits of purplish black scales that trailed along his neck. This body was not a perfect disguise. Polymorph spells were a fickle magic and especially those you wanted to last long term.

Now that he had a home, he would have to upkeep it to keep the Dogs from taxing him out of it. Gabriel stuffed the bundle of flyers into a satchel and pulled his overcoat above his pointed shoulders. As he walked to the World Door of his home, he fondled the key ring between the four fingers of his right hand. The key ring had a total of thirteen keys; each emblazoned with a different world on the teeth. They were barken in texture and a motley color of greens and browns. Gabriel cackled a bit against his breath. As if that old wizard honestly thought he could have kept him locked in one place forever.

A month had passed. Not everyone quite understood what a detective was. The bears of Grizzleheim thought it meant searching out of groups of Grendels or finding lost cubs in the woods. At least they paid well in food and occasionally furniture. Gabriel was perplexed when the Kroks came to his door-last he checked they had been in hibernation. Marleybonians really needed to not be so biased in their exploits of exploration. Again, Kroks misunderstood and had him sitting judge in disputes between the Krok families. Empyrea just laughed him out and Karamelle thought he was hired labor. Gabriel avoided Avalon and Wizard City. Too much of a hassle. He had slightly better luck in Polaris…until he was almost thrown in the Bastille for “posting propaganda”.

Fish were good, but there was only so much you could munch on before you got sick of them. Gabriel was down to his last few coppers. If he did not get a solid client soon, it would be back to mopping floors and sweeping up teeth in the bars of Skull Island. Perhaps a bit of sweets would improve his mood? Gabriel opened up the icebox and all he had was a few slices of cake and half a jug of water left. No sooner had he shoved a piece of cake in his mouth that the doorbell rang with thunderous rancor that he nearly choked on the dessert. With strawberry, cream, and white cake crumbs dribbling down the sides of his mouth he muffled a, “Juff gah winute” before forcing it down in one hard gulp. With cake now hard stuck in his esophagus, Gabriel opened the door to face a large figure in the door. Night had fallen and the porch was only vaguely illuminated by a massive hooded figure with what appeared to be multiple glowing eyes. Gabriel’s heart froze and he felt some of the cake rise up in his throat. The figure grumbled, “Are you going to let me in or not?” Gabriel exhaled all the air out of his lungs. It has not his voice. The human scuttled back to get out of the doorway and let his visitor inside.

The visitor was under a large royal blue and white robe. A symbol of a Mirage palace was woven intricately on the back. The robes fitted over his frame very awkwardly as clearly, they were not designed for whatever being was under there. A grumble from his visitor’s stomach broke the awkward silence.

“Do, perchance, have anything of decency to eat? I fear I have been neglecting my nutrition.” Gabriel did not hide his annoyance. That cake was supposed to last for another day. Then again, he thought he heard the nave clangle of gold coin when the visitor had to step upwards into the foyer so maybe they both could not starve. The detective grudgingly gave him a slice of the leftover cake and watched with intensity as the visitor had grasped it with one sleeved covered hand and shoved it in his mouth. The fabric had brushed back for a brief moment-showing crimson scales along their arm. The guest finished with a satisfied exhale and a stench of strawberry and sulfur accosted Gabriel’s nose. He should have been insulted by this point-but was now intrigued. Now what would a creature of his ilk be doing in a place like this with adornments like that?

Gabriel interlaced his long fingers together and leaned in on the front desk.

“So, what has brought you to me, exactly?” he questioned seriously. The visitor paused and started twirling the fork between his fingertips. He swayed back and forth on the chair as if contemplating if he really wanted to go through with this. Finally, he sighed and said, “I need you to find someone. A human girl to be more specific. She stole something of mine and I want it back discreetly.” Gabriel suddenly stood up and yanked the front door open.

“Good day to you sir”, he said playfully.

“You…is this how you treat your clients?” the guest roared; smoke and bits of flame now coming from the shadows of his hood.

“I don’t like dealing with more than one mystery at a time. I don’t appreciate clients who lie.” Gabriel flicked his two fingers and a small spark of dark colored magic erupted from them and snagged on the guest’s hood. The cover had been pulled back revealing the frilled face of a Draconian. The multiple “eyes” Gabriel had seen under the porch light had actually been from the headwrap on the beast’s head.

“First off Draconians prefer to settle their own personal scores lest they be laughed at by their peers. Asking for help in such scores is considered weakness.

Second, you have not been in Dragonspyre…not for quite some time.”

“You dare accuse…”

“There is sand between the scales of your feet and tail. Now there are about three possible locations where you would accumulate that much sand.” Gabriel ducked at the dragon’s feet and flicked up a grain from the floor.

“Smooth to the touch so that leaves out Skull Island. The pallid in color and the particular sun burns around your neck suggest Krokotopia or Mirage. The robes clinch the deal it is Mirage. As for time, even the inner circle of Dragonspyre does not emit the kind of harsh abrasive tones your scales have become. There is little light on the fallen dragon kingdom. How close am I?” The Draconian slumped back into his chair and buried his face in his hands.

“Please…I beg you, don’t tell anyone. I did not completely lie. I am looking for a human girl! And if she isn’t found soon…” The Draconian was shaking and hyperventalling. Sparks were coming from his mouth and a few embers began to ignite the carpet. Gabriel hastily shot a few icy blasts to take them out before running upstairs and shoving the last piece of cake in the beast’s hands. This creature was genuinely frightened. It took a lot to shake a Draconian.

He sat back down and eased his tone, “Tell me the truth this time and I will do everything I can to help with your name and species anonymous. That I can promise.” The Draconian wiped his nose and nodded slowly.

“My name is Erollthrex. I have lived in Mirage for 5 years now and am a self-employed historian of the Spiral. The person I want you to find is my expedition partner Pearl Black.” Gabriel narrowed his eyebrows. The name rang a faint bell. Erollthrex seemed to be aware of his confusion and responded with,

“She uncovered the Zigzag tombs in Krokotopia a couple years back.”

“Ah. And what was she doing now?”

“She…we…found old log books in a Monquistan temple; detailing further tombs in the ruins of Catstantinople far from current Instanboa. We had just found one! A small tomb of a minor Quat prince, but just this success alone would…” Erollthrex began to chatter on; his voice rising in excitement. There was true joy in his tones, Gabriel noted, and yet there seemed to be something else.

“It is all exciting I am sure, but that does that have to do with your current situation with Miss Black now?” The Draconian realized he had been rambling and sunk into the settee.

“Pearl disappeared a week ago. At first, I thought she was dealing with all the Marleybonian paperwork, but she would have sent letters or notes…anything!”

“You don’t think she ran off?”

“All her belongings are still in our camp; including the documentation for the Marleybone Royal Science Committee. And especially not now when she was…” Erollthrex stopped himself abruptly. He stared into space for a moment as if he was either trying to remember something or forget it.

“We’re almost broke, mister Duskeyes. We need this grant to continue.” He was tugging hard on the sleeves of his cloak. He wasn’t telling the whole story. Okay, Gabriel, you’re going to have to tread this sneakily.

“Was there something that might have worried her?”

“At first I thought she was just nervous about the presentation. But the one night, she came back to camp angry. She was so angry she nearly smashed one of our shipping crates with magic.”

“What made her so mad?”

“Pearl wouldn’t tell me. But then she seemed to calm down when she got strange letters. There was no sender’s address save for a wax seal bearing a pair of dragons. She never divulged those contents and I only know of them because one hadn’t burned all the way when I was cleaning the incinerator. The night before she disappeared, we feasted like royalty for the first time in years. That is…all I know.” Erollthrex winced in his chair and pressed the palms of his hands against his head before he started shaking again.

“Please, I don’t have much gold now, but I will scrimp every piece to pay you! I beg you to find her! Please!” Gabriel’s hands grasped his upper arms. So, someone found a tomb that could be worth a lot of gold to the discoverer and one of the two partners just disappears. This could be quite amusing.

“All right. I will see what I can do. Do you know of any friends or relatives she might have gone to?”

“Pearl’s parents died a long time ago and she does not speak too well of her uncle. She had few friends as well. But…I believe she was in a biweekly correspondence with a teacher in Ravenwood. A Maple Amber? Marlin Apple?”

“Merle Ambrose?”

“Yes! That is it!” Gabriel bit his lip to hide his grimace. He would have preferred to avoid Wizard City for the time being-but then again-anything to rub in the old fool’s face was a bonus.

“Then I will see what I can do. How do I contact you?” Erollthrex slid a key across the table.

“This leads directly to our camp. Please, if you find anything-tell me.” Gabriel ushered him out the door after reassuring him for the seventh time. Once the dragon was gone, Gabriel tucked the key into his pocket and grinned. He will find this girl, but let’s have a little fun with the old stuck-up wizard, shall we?

#wizard101 #wizard101fanfiction #cvwsummerchallenge2021 #w101

[caffeinatedtinyhouseblog]

📷 from @hafizmustafaefe "A mosque for cats? Imam opens his mosque up for the stray felines of Istanbul One cat liked the mosque so much, she brought her kittens in one-by-one, by the scruffs of their necks Istanbul is famed for the stray cats which prowl its streets and crouch in its corners. This is to such a great extent that the city has come to be known by some as 'Catstantinople'. While they may be pleasant to look at, the cats don't always have a saucer of food and a warm place to sleep. A kind Imam has decided to remedy this by opening up his mosque to the stray cats and kittens, so they can eat and safely rest their heads away from the perils of the outdoors. Imam Mustafa Efe calls the cats "guests" of the mosque, and they've made themselves quite at home. They sit down on the plush carpets as worshippers pray around them, and one cat likes it there so much, she decided to raise her kittens in the building. She took her kittens, one by one, into the building and surprised the Imam during a sermon. He said on Facebook: "The kitty has found the heart of compassion and mercy." Visitors to the mosque seem quite taken by the furry creatures. Although they may disturb the peace of worship, the human attendees don't seem to mind. Some even visit the mosque especially to visit its furry inhabitants. Imam Mustafa Efe began letting the cats take shelter in the winter of 2015, and his tale of kindness has spread across the globe. 🙏🏼💕🍃" 😍😍😍😍😍 ~ double tap ❤❤ 🐱🐱Shop for Cat Lovers 👉 @meowmeowcatclub bio From Instagram

#cats_of_instagram #catloversclub

[bluebritany]

Catwalk Istanbulazed

Tags: Catstanbul, Catstantinople

586 points, 26 comments.

source http://9gag.com/gag/aZLWGOp

[newstfionline]

Why Istanbul Should Be Called Catstantinople

By Joe Parkinson, WSJ, Aug. 18, 2015

ISTANBUL--In this ancient city once ruled by sultans and emperors, the real king is the humble alley cat.

In historic neighborhoods along Istanbul’s Bosporus and Golden Horn waterways, an army of furry-tailed street cats are fed, sheltered and cooed at by an adoring public. Hundreds of fleece-lined houses have been erected at street corners by cat-mad residents. Most are flanked by makeshift feeding stations fashioned from yogurt pots or plastic bottles and overflowing with tasty scraps.

In some districts, ground-floor windowsills are lined with pillows and blankets, offering a cozy place for the discerning kitty to recline. In restaurants and cafes, cats are often part of the furniture, curling up next to dining tables or patiently waiting for leftovers from patrons.

Visitors to the city can dine at one of several cat-theme cafes or stay a night at the Stray Cat Hostel. During a 2009 visit here, President Barack Obama paused to pet Gli, one of dozens of cats living in Hagia Sophia, Istanbul’s most famous mosque.

“Being a cat in Istanbul is like being a cow in India,” said Sibel Resimci, a musician and confessed cat junkie who says her husband often walks nearly 2 miles to work rather than disturb street cats sleeping on his moped. “For generations, they’ve had a special place in the city’s soul.”

Now, Istanbul’s feline fetish is adapting to the digital age.

Social media sites offering daily pictures of the city’s cutest street cats boast tens of thousands of followers. Web developers have created apps to help adopt and locate users’ favorite kitties. Local filmmakers have released a trailer for their coming feature film “Nine Lives” on video sharing platform Vimeo. Wildly popular YouTube tutorials show Istanbul residents how to build shelters and feeding stations so cats can nap and nibble in maximum comfort. The #catsofistanbul hashtag on photo-sharing website Instagram has more than 50,000 posts of cats nonchalantly--and almost always adorably--doing their thing.

“It started with some photos of cats on my daily commute and very quickly the page just exploded,” says Rana Babac, a 30-year-old who works for the World Wildlife Fund. She founded the Cats of Istanbul Facebook page, website and Instagram accounts that together boast about 50,000 members. Ms. Babac, who currently doesn’t have a cat because of “constant travel commitments,” says her sites have morphed from a picture-sharing feed into a news portal and information exchange for cat junkies. The site also helps members coordinate with charities to improve cats’ welfare: In June members of the group joined forces with local architects to repair dilapidated cat shelters.

“Cats have always been famous in Istanbul, but social media is making them famous around the world,” Ms. Babac said.

Historians here say the social media explosion is simply the latest incarnation of a centuries-old cat craze: stemming from a combination of religion, tradition and practicality.

Cats have a special place in Islam: Muslim lore tells of a cat thwarting a poisonous snake that had approached the Prophet Muhammad. One teaching tells that he found a cat sleeping on his shawl and opted to cut the fabric rather than disturb the animal. A popular saying goes: “If you’ve killed a cat, you need to build a mosque to be forgiven by God.”

The feline fetish is also functional: In the 19th century, cats were bred in large numbers for pest control to kill a rat population thriving in the city’s expanding sewage system. Before that, they helped Istanbul avoid the worst of a bubonic plague epidemic spread by rats.

Cats are even hard-wired into the city’s iconography and political culture.

In the bowels of Istanbul metro stations, pictures of waterside cityscapes feature cats posing alongside fisherman, in some cases munching the daily catch. Cat cartoons are used to satirize politicians: a digitized picture of a mustachioed sour puss named Recep Tayyip Erdocat was shared thousands of times last year, in a not-too subtle effort to lampoon Turkey’s pugilistic President Recep Tayyip Erdogan.

“Cats are central to the culture of old Istanbul,” said Nur Bulca, a 45-year-old designer who welcomes groups of cats into her workshop each day. “We grow up with cats in the house and on the street. We share the city with them.”

Ground zero for the city’s cat obsession is the district of Cihangir, a liberal neighborhood where gangs of multicolored cats can be seen roaming at intersections, lounging in cafes or sunning themselves on the hoods of cars. Local restaurants and butchers work with animal shelters to make sure leftover scraps are given to strays. On one road, an abandoned blue BMW has for years been used to help local alley cats: functioning as a food store in the summer and a shelter in winter.

Veterinarians in the neighborhood say Istanbul residents bring cats from across the city to the Cihangir district of Istanbul for treatment, or in some cases abandon unwanted pets in the district, as they know they will be cared for.

“A lot of our work is with strays because there are so many in Cihangir,” said Ozge Sahin, a vet at Anipoli clinic, which recently constructed a “stray hostel” where sick and injured animals can recuperate in comfort. “This area is special for animals,” she said.

Even some of the foreigners who have moved to Cihangir have adopted its cat-friendly culture.

U.K.-born resident Hilary Sable--a teacher who has five cats and feeds dozens more every day--formed the Cool for Cats association in 2011 to help care for street cats in the area.

“We share information that helps owners find lost cats and helps street cats find new homes,” said Ms. Sable, who toured Cihangir recently wearing a cat-theme handbag and a T-shirt emblazoned: ‘Meow we’re talking.’

#Turkey #Istanbul cats #Catstantinople

[sparkboyproductions]

New Post of Catstantinople Series:

Title: Sweet Child O'Mine. Not to be confused with the Guns N Roses song.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY 2024.

The picture shows during the early years of Ifsan's life as he was embraced by the loving care of his mother, Noor. Here as the sun sets over the city of Catstantinople, Ifsan when he was a kitten was picked up by his mother Noor, embracing him with all her heart.

Birds can be seen flying over the Ottoman city as the day ended.

"Ifsan, my son." said Noor. "You are truly the best gift God has ever given me."

This art is to celebrate Mother's day and here I send this message:

We must thank for all the mothers for all their care and respect to their children. Without them, how will life be save?

#illustration #catstantinople #anthropomorphic #cats #hijab #istanbul #turkyie #happy mother's day #mother and child