If you’re going to be a cat in Istanbul, there are worse places to hang out than at the casual fish restaurants along the Golden Horn, just beyond the city’s main fish market. For the diner, the proximity to the market means the freshest fish comes to your table. For the kitty, well, it means a few moments of demonstrative waiting before someone’s heart melts and a little bit of seafood is casually dropped from the table. Jay and I saw one cat maneuvering an entire fish frame that a generous diner had let slip to the ground.
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