We have officially and successfully moved our cat from Australia to Singapore. She was with us in Sydney but has been living with my parents since August 2018.
I was with her at my parents’ farm until our move to Singapore. TW was commuting between Sydney and the farm. The problem was that my parents were moving so I was with her to settle her
After a few weeks of being at the farm, maybe it was a couple months. I don’t remember now. My mum took the dogs to the village house. When I say village, I mean a village with a total greater township area population of 66. But, it is a town, with houses and people and streets and cars. It isn’t a 40-acre
One of Cats favourite things to do it race out the door as soon as you open it. She isn’t, well she wasn’t until her stay at the farm, a big fan of outside. She loves to explore new rooms and is pretty adventurous for an inside only ragdoll cat.
Her pet hates are all other pets and animals of any kind, not being allowed through a door way and outside. Her favourite things are new people, me, TW, pats, brush brush, cuddles, sleeping and healing you with her purring.
It was a huge decision to bring her with us. We had considered all of our options. Carefully. We investigated which other options were on the table, including contacting the person I still refer to as Lola’s Mum. When we got her, she asked me to let her know if we ever needed to give her up as she would have her back. I checked if she was in a position to do so. I wasn’t saying she was getting her back just checking the options for us to consider. There were big things in her life that would prevent her from having a cat. Illness and things that wouldn’t allow enough time for a pet again.
Everything was carefully considered. It is a big task, is this what we want or what is best for her. No option within our friends or family were suitable. Most people have their own pets which
Our final options were:
give her away or sell her to someone unknown,
let her move back into our flat in Sydney, or
TW’s parents as their final dog had passed and they now no longer had any other animals.
We didn’t want to give her away to someone unknown but if we did we could always think of her as alive. In 10 years, 20 years time, we wouldn’t know any better so while it would be likely she wasn’t still alive, it would allow us to think of her as alive. Also, she is an old cat with asthma requiring daily treatment. It is a hard sell to get someone to take a cat, even a ragdoll as sweet as Lola but one that is old and needing medication, that is a lot tougher. We decided that we probably wouldn’t trust anyone who wanted her and ruled that out.
Our unit in Sydney is in
So then TW’s parents. It did seem like a solution but Lola doesn’t know them and we don’t want her to feel like she has been dumped. I was with her while she was getting to know my parents and we no longer had the time to do that with TW’s parents. Other issues and considerations. Lola is really an inside only cat, she isn’t stupid exactly, just naive and unaware of dangers plus the friendliest cat around.
Furniture would be scratched, she has already found her
Her hair gets everywhere, constantly, and while it is so soft and fluffy the cleaning will never end. We had cat hair in the hotel in Singapore just because she had been with us while we were packing some things and it got everywhere, traveled with us and floated all over the room when we arrived.
Mostly it was about her safety. Yes, there was no dog at the house anymore but TW’s family always used to have cats. They had village cats, cats that go outside and know the
It means that she needs to be in a house that is sealed to the outside. TW’s parents’ house has a back deck with an open doggy door. It could be closed over, yes so it isn’t a huge deal but it was something to consider. How much house modification and habit altering would we expect someone to do to look after our
Then there is her kitty litter, the bathroom door needs to be open an accessible to her at all times. She drops some stinky poops, she will not go to the bathroom outside. While she was at the farm, when I let her outside she would mostly sit under the stairs of the house but she would run back inside to use the bathroom. I could even put her on some sand outside and she would still run inside to use the bathroom. Her litter box is her toilet and nothing else will change that. Having the bathroom door always open is uncommon with people that we know. The bathroom door tends to be closed. I would rather ours closed but she needs access.
She does need daily medication and she is fussy with her food. She doesn’t eat treats just the food she likes. It has to be the food she likes. She needs to sit with you all day. You have to feed her when she wants it. She is generally spoiled and I am trained the best. She likes belly rubs, on her terms. The palms of her feet tickled, only by me. She gets really annoyed with TW when he tried but he thinks it is super cute when she fans her paws out for it. Earwax is one of her
After agonising over it we decided it was best she remain our pet. Not for us but for her. And then the stress doubled and set in. Were we being selfish, would she survive the trip. Should we just let
And then she arrived. Just over 2 months after we left Australia she arrived in Singapore and she was so happy and relaxed. It wasn’t just about us, it was right for her. She hasn’t even given us the cold shoulder. Usually, she would give us the cold shoulder for a day or two after we take her for a drive or when we go away on holiday or for a weekend. She would run excitedly and say yay your home and then give us the stink eye and ignore us for a day or two. That is her usual schtick. This time
With an animal, you can’t just ask them what they want. I decided that she loves me a lot and that she would want to hang out with me. Does she though? I don’t know. It was a founding thought in all the options we considered though. The thought of her really loving and being attached to us. I have always felt that she loved us more than the people we got her from. I still think it is true. When she got here, the room filled with joy. From her. She used the bathroom, ate her food, played with string, spoke to us, wanted pats and cuddles and gave us headbutts but her body just radiated joy. Like she said to us, “oh, this is what all that was for? Yay! Totally worth it then.”.