White people and Cambodian animals

[rgrowden]

Yellow hanky - that's a new one. I guess I know what you mean. Well, anyway, I'm 67, been married and divorced twice, and am now at the happy point in my life where I just don't give a shit what any person thinks of me - good, bad, indifferent, or whatever. Sex, with all its innuendo, quirks, fetishes, holds no attraction for me. To each his own. I don't much care for people, but I love my cats.

[Alexandra]

Yellow hanky - that's a new one. I guess I know what you mean. Well, anyway, I'm 67, been married and divorced twice, and am now at the happy point in my life where I just don't give a shit what any person thinks of me - good, bad, indifferent, or whatever. Sex, with all its innuendo, quirks, fetishes, holds no attraction for me. To each his own. I don't much care for people, but I love my cats.

Cool story. Are you still funneling cat shit down your balcony while squatting butt naked above your cans of vegan protein powder?

[rgrowden]

Hey, why give up a good thing?

[spitthedog]

Surely your focus should be on why these animals need to be rescued in the first place rather than on the reasons for being taken in?

I suspect 90%+ of khmers get bored with a dog not long after the fluffy cutesy puppy stage, and most people who take in neglected dogs never wanted a dog, it just happened out of a need.

Hey, my girlfriend found an abandoned kitten outside our old apartment once. I looked at the poor little thing with the compassion of the Dalai Lama, but then realized the focker just wouldn't stop meowing. Meoooow!! meooooow!! meoooow!!.
How would i sleep tonight i thought? I already had a drunkard Russian living nextdoor who screamed in his sleep, did i really also need a meowing cat?

Anyway, can you imagine the joy i felt when the girlfriend found a khmer lady with a small child just down the hall who took the kitten in. I felt the kitten and i had both been rescued! Was beaming from ear to ear i was. Restored my faith in humanity it did.

[Mèo Đen]

Well, anyway, I'm 67, been married and divorced twice,

[rgrowden]

Lol!

[The Window Licker]

Lol - here's my tale of Cambodia and cats:

I moved here 5 years ago, after banging around the world for the previous half dozen. I love animals, and once I had determined that Cambodia was a place where I could live out my life, I decided to get a cat. I paid a street urchin $10 to catnap one from the monks, and, happy day, I had a buddy. Gray tabby, big green eyes, no tail. I named her Q. I knew there was a chance that someday I'd have to move, so I checked with a pet moving service. From here to Europe or the US would cost around $3500. Ok, if needs be, I could manage the cost. All was well, we were happy.

A year later, I was in a Riverside pizza shop; heard a plaintive, wrenching cry from behind the door, which I ignored. Abandoned kitten. As I headed out the door after finishing my business there, it cried out again. Well, I looked behind the door. Two cats now. I named him Blur. Moving was now up to 7K, should it come to that. Ok again. So we 3 got used to each other and life was good.

A year later, we moved to the southern side of PP. Nice apartment, a second bedroom for the 2 to play in, top floor. Maybe a month later, a kitten started showing up at the door, mewing. I put out food and water, inquired with the landlord about the cat. He said it lived on the roof; abandoned by the owner. One day I let the cat come inside. He spotted the indoor plumbing, tried it out - ahh! He decided to stay. I named him Romeo. And if 'we had to move? Well, I'd be one poor ex expat, but they're my family. My life would be much, much poorer without them.

So there be my tale. Make of it what you may.

Good on you and your altruistic efforts in helping the city's cats. Felines make the best family members. I'd much rather be stuck on a desert island with a cat than another human.

[Lucky Lucan]

Some fucking asshole dumped three kittens inside my gate a few months ago. They were fucking manky, one was dead and ants were already eating it, then the next one had broken limbs and was at death's door, the third one looked ok. There was no fucking way I was taking them upstairs, so I just gave them a blanket and a bowl of milk. They were still there the next day and I saw the landlady and asked what I should do with them, I'd already chucked one in the bin. She said to just throw them over the wall of the empty lot across the street. So eventually only one survived and the neighbors downstairs took it in. In return for me saving its life it has come and shat all around my gate for months, until recently when the pesky creature decided that the potted plants on my balcony were a good place to bury its turds and piss etc. This annoyed me so I got a load of punji spikes together and made the plants inaccessible. Unfortunately I've stabbed myself a couple of times on them since. My next step is cayenne pepper, after that it's going to be snares.

[Mèo Đen]

[YaTingPom]

That’s surprising. I had you down as a cat person.

[Lucky Lucan]

That’s surprising. I had you down as a cat person.

Me? Nah, we had a ridiculous amount of animals around my home when I was growing up, from Connemara Ponies to Marmosets. But what we had and liked more than anything was birds. Racing pigeons were a big deal, but we had pheasants, quails, finches, canaries, budgies, parakeets, Amazons, Macaws etc. I don't keep captive birds anymore and I appreciate the way cats can keep rats at bay but they don't mix well with birds and are very destructive to wildlife.

[spitthedog]

Thas some serious Viet Cong shit right there. Viet Cong stylee with chillies?

Did you also smear the spikes with excrement?

I heard a hunter on YouTube say that there was some studies done that showed if you were fatally injured in the jungle, your dog would likely stay by your side until you and the dog died. A cat on the other hand is likely to chew your eyelids and lips off at some point.

Can't see the dog i'm looking after staying by my side though. All it want's to do is play with dogs and cats, and piss up car wheels. He would probably play with the cat after it chewed my face off, and then piss on me.

[ali baba]

My wife has a habit of bringing new pets home without asking me first. I then spend 2-3 weeks teaching them that my house isn't a toilet whilst she claims it's mean to spank puppies because they're young. Although exceptions are made for whining dogs that demand attention early in the morning disrupting her sleep.

After taking them for daily walks for years and bonding with them she'll threaten to send them to the province anytime they foul up the house when I'm too sick or busy to walk them. She never walks them.

She bought a pair of rabbits she planned to bread but the dog killed them before she had the chance. I don't miss them. They produced tonnes of shit and manged to project their piss outside their cage.

[Rhani the Elephant]

My wife did the same Ali baba. She thought it would be great to have a pair of breeding rabbits despite my objections. The results of course were disasterous - a seemingly endless supply of soon-to-die babies which had to be disposed of down the WC. As you said an extraordinary amount of shit and caustic piss that of course was my job to clear up. Eventually even she got sick of the bloody things and "set them free" on a nearby brown field site. I don't imagine they lasted more than half an hour before being destroyed by some feral cat, dog or rat. Waste of bloody time and money.