What's more, Turkish Vans are not just your ordinary cat: According to legend, Noah had a hard time keeping the passengers on the ark calm as they approached dry land near Mount Ararat in eastern Turkey near the Caspian Sea. Two cats, smarter and more wily than their fellow animals, leapt into the flood waters to swim ashore.
As the waters receded, these two brilliant cats made their way down the slopes of Mount Ararat to the ancient settlement of Van, on the shores of Lake Van. As they left the mountainside, the cats were blessed by God, and a patch of auburn hair appeared at the front of their bodies to mark the place he touched them. This "Fingerprint of God" is considered to be good luck.
Turkish Vans are not vocal. They don't speak unless they have something important to say. I have a tiny voice that I use only in emergencies - my expressive eyes can handle the less important stuff.
Furthermore, Turkish Vans are known to carry things around in their mouths, moving them from place to place, and even play fetch like a dog. I am a master at playing fetch ... and I spent 3 days trying to find the proper place for this trimming from my human's shoe insole ...
Even though they have an ancient lineage, Turkish Vans didn't arrive in the U.S. until 1982, and by 2002 there were only 100 of them registered with the CFA. The experts say they ... I mean, WE ... are "a large, wonderful, active, intelligent, beautiful, strong, very powerful breed of cats. The Turkish Van is unique - in its history, its color and pattern, its personality, and its ability to survive, virtually unchanged for thousands of years. It shares an area known as the 'Cradle of Civilization' with mankind and is considered a regional treasure in its homeland ...
'Nuff said. So show me some respect, you unworthy heathens!! I have been touched by heaven itself, so from this day forward you must honor my ancient Turkish ancestry and address me as:
The Revered Mr. CEO Rocky T.V. Herring!!
Staff: How 'bout we just call you "Turkey"?