Every year millions of travelers walk the marble streets of Ephesus to see the Library of Celsus, the Great Theatre and the Temple of Artemis. And every single one of them ends up photographing something the guidebooks barely mention: the cats of Ephesus.
They doze on 2,000-year-old column capitals, patrol Curetes Street like tiny centurions, and pose in front of the Celsus Library better than any influencer. They are not just adorable — they are the living continuation of a story that began when humans and cats first became friends, right here in Anatolia.
This newspaper is my long answer to the question every guest asks me mid-tour: "Hasan, forget the emperors — what's the deal with all these cats?" It began as a short field report in my travel journal — and grew whiskers. Read on, era by era. 🐾














































































