Con Mèo
Winter Solstice, the shortest and therefore possibly darkest day of the year came and went. Light is shining longer each day. Just in time as we embark upon the year of perfect vision. 2020.
2020 will be the year of the rat. Lucky for us the lunar New Year zodiac animal revealed to us is not the rat, but instead, the cat.
If you think that feeding a stray is a one-off, then you are probably wrong.
Persistently
pleading
outside
the door.
Where did she come from?
Stray and feral cats here are abundantly abundant. Why so many? People get cats, they reproduce, kittens get abandoned to fend for themselves. Puppies are everywhere. The field of animal welfare barely exists and at best is baby stepping forward. There are no veterinary schools at the universities that teach pet welfare; the vet programs teach animal care pertaining solely to livestock science and food production. Consequently, pet vets get trained out-of-country and then return and do their best.
Many strays are actually abandoned pets from short-term travelers.
Many people come here for a brief time. Backpackers, teachers, hospitality helpers, restaurant starters, wanderers, you name it. They adopt a pet while here, and then they depart. Without their pet. The expenses and wait-times for taking pets across borders are laborious but not impossible. Re-homing pets here is difficult.
Hội An has a few animal shelters but they are ALL FULL. If you aid an animal, it’s yours.
Having a pet as a family member is slowly growing in popularity.
For many years, dogs have been used primarily for food and security. Stealing and smuggling continues to bring in large amounts of money for a small few. Many of the SE Asian countries are juggling [hopefully] changing attitudes towards the dog and cat meat business. This Guardian article goes into depth about this and the inter-connections of the smuggling industry as other countries try to eliminate their dog markets.
One way the stray animal population is reduced is by the animal catchers who drive around during the day with big cages and nets. They also take pets. Then under the cover of darkness, thieves scour the neighborhoods, using nets, traps and stun guns. The caught animals (many with collars, out on an evening walkabout) are then sold to the cat and dog restaurants. The local Facebook pages are overflowing with posts by frantic owners searching for their beloved furry family members. Sometimes they will courageously go to the back of the known dog and cat meat restaurants to see if their pet is there, and will buy it back. For time is of the essence.
There is a profuse amount of information online. These articles here here and here show some local direct action with a brief attempt to describe the dilemma.
It is complicated. Cultural and policy shifts are slowly on course to illuminate that stolen pets are not food. That theft is a crime. And that people have the power to make change.
Change can’t happen without enlightenment. Lacking is the all-important educating of pet owners and the general population regarding the animal population explosion. Don’t let your pets make more babies. Sterilize. There are not enough homes for all the puppies and kittens. Rarely a week goes by that I don’t hear kittens in roadside bushes, heart-breakingly meowing. Or see puppies barely alive, dumped. And the ones that elude the catchers and survive on the streets have horrible, danger-filled lives with disease, untreated injuries and starvation.
Looking at the entire truth and the cultural differences is hopefully illuminating.
Recently, in popular cities like Hội An with a constant influx of westerners arriving with their own pets, a new market has emerged. Theft of fancy breeds. These purebred pets such as corgis, doodles, dalmatians, bulldogs, etc. are stolen not to eat but to be resold elsewhere in the boutique breed market, or to be ransomed to the owners who will pay large sums of money to get their pets back.
This all ran through our brains when we decided to feed this insistent feline. We can’t possibly fix the complex system on our own, but maybe one cat won’t go hungry while we try to locate its owner and educate ourselves about the local cultural attitudes.
No owner appeared. We took the responsible route and got her spayed.
And because life is full of surprises, the vet called to let us know our cat was already missing her lady cat reproductive parts. She closed her up. This time we notched her ear, which is the universal sign of the sterilization surgery for stray and feral cats. Third time would NOT be a charm. This also corroborates our abandoned pet theory. Someone paid to have this done once upon a time. The current sterilization fee is ₫ 500,000, about $21 USD.
Our household has expanded. It was a surprise expansion.
In order for her to recover from the surgery, we kept her inside. Turns out she likes being inside the house. All those soft pillows and beds and up-high places to hide. And laps.
Upside down dreaming.
So, we have adopted a cat. She’s chatty, patient yet quite punctual for her meals, and seemingly happy. She relaxes easily. All in all, this self-sufficient kitty is a sweetheart. Doug calls her the Vietnamese word for cat (Mèo, sounds like “may-oh”). That must be her new name.
Note. We are not ‘cat people’. We are both firmly in the ‘dog people’ tribe.
What do dog people do when they have a cat? Ask a lot of questions. Answers and continued support has come from our neighbors at Vietnam Animal Aid and Welfare. If you are looking for a vegan animal rights organization to support, please consider them with your donations, volunteering or veterinary assistance. They are swimming upstream and starting to make a rippling difference here in Hội An.
And don’t ask what we’re going to do when we return to the US. We don’t know that answer yet. I’m sure it will be illuminated when it is time.
Yên, the nearby cafe
An Bàng, the nearby beach.
May the light bring brightness and the answers to the questions you didn’t even know you were asking. Happy Solstice. Happy New Year. Happy new cat. Come visit.
Patiently waiting for
you
Damn hard to paint but I keep trying.
Sweet dreams con mèo.