A Rescued Cat and Traveling Dog

Recently , our home has become a sanctuary for needy cats and dogs. Okay, well ONE cat and ONE dog.

The ONE dog

Some friends of ours unexpectedly and quickly had to move to Australia. They had to leave their dog behind as they had not had time to get all the tests and prerequisites done for the pup to make the trek. So now we have two dogs temporarily.  Jingle is loving it and I think Dinx is getting used to his puppy amount of energy.

Meet Dinx, she's an older girl with a sweet and quiet disposition.
Meet Dinx, she’s an older girl with a sweet and quiet disposition.
Jingle doing his best to make Dinx feel at home.
Jingle doing his best to make Dinx feel at home.

The ONE cat

I was at a good friends house having a playdate for Z (and a coffee date for me) on a Friday and I got a Facetime call from Chad. I thought it was a butt-dial, but all of a sudden a little kitten appeared on my screen. A kitten that did not belong to us, because Chad is allergic to cats, and because we have a dog that loves to chase cats.

Chad had saved the kitten from the neighborhood dogs and it was in shock. So Chad got the kitty all set up in Jingles old kennel and gave it some food and water.

I knew it would be difficult for Z to not get attached to the cat. So on our  way home from the playdate, I told her what happened and that we would be doing our best to find it’s home.

She is totally not attached , can't you tell?
She is totally not attached , can’t you tell?

“Whiskers” became the cats temporary name. I did my best to make the cat feel at home while keeping distant so as not to want to keep it.

Whiskers was small and so tame. She let Z carry her around like a little baby. Z just loved her up. It was adorable.

Z and I walked around the neighborhood asking everyone if they knew who the cat belonged to. No luck.

I made facebook posts and plastered the local groups and pages asking for anyone’s help in finding it’s home (or giving it a home).

I made actual flyers in English and Thai (pretty badly translated, but got the point across) and covered the neighborhoods electric poles with them. I was hoping and praying that the owner would show up quickly and that the kitten wasn’t just dumped. Dumped cats and dogs are extremely common here, so I started to lose hope that the cat had a home.

The flyer
The flyer

Two days later, Z was playing with the kitty in our large guest bathroom (that is where we had to keep the cat when the dogs were in the house for her safety and Chad’s allergies). Chad and I sat down and tried to figure out what we should do with Whiskers. We were all getting attached and Chad and I tried to figure out how we would make her an outside cat so we could keep her.

We just couldn’t figure out what to do next. Chad went and started playing with the cat and Z.

My phone rang, it was a lady speaking in Thai. All I could understand was “my cat”… I did my best to tell her where we lived and she gave me her address, we lived on the same street!

I ran and told Chad and Z that the owner was found and explained to Z what was happening. Z was sad but took it fairly well. I told her that we were going to walk the cat to its home and she could hold it the whole way. We left our house to walk to the owners home.  A scooter rolled up as soon as we left our gate and a Thai lady jumped off the back and happily showed us one of my flyers and tried her best to communicate that the cat was her sons and she was so thankful that we had kept the cat safe. She had tears in her eyes and looked so relieved.

Z held onto the cat and I called a friend that could translate for me, I asked if we could come and visit the cat sometimes as Z really loved her. The owner of the kitty gladly agreed and started walking towards her house. She let Z hold the kitty the whole way.

It was such an interesting and surreal experience, everyone along the walk to her house came out of their houses and cheered that the cat was found! It was like being in a homecoming parade. As we got closer to her home, her son (who was 10) came out and cheered and danced. Everyone kindly let Z hold See Dam (the cats real name which means black in Thai) until we arrived at their actual house, where their whole family piled out of the front door and thanked us. They also brought out the cats brother and let Z hold him as well.

Z teared up a little when I told her it was time to give the kitty to its family, she gave her one last hug and handed her to the son. We walked home and talked about what had happened and how fantastic it was that Z loved and took such good care of “Whiskers” for the boy.

One last hug
One last hug

I think overall, the “Whiskers” experience was a great one for all of us. Chad and I breathed a sigh of relief that all was taken care of without us having to make any hard decisions. Z is excited because I kept the kitten food and litter we had bought to bring to their house another day. “Whiskers” will be a cat that we will see again.

Have you ever taken in a stray animal? Did you have an awesome story like this one to share? Leave a comment and share it!



  8 comments for “A Rescued Cat and Traveling Dog

  1. eva
    June 3, 2016 at 11:53 pm

    that is so cool! And I madly impressed with your bi-lingual missing cat flyer BTW 🙂

    • andthreetogo
      June 28, 2016 at 1:43 pm

      Thanks Eva! I am a bit behind on my blogging obviously ha. Apparently I did say in Thai that the cat likes the shade instead of it saying it was an indoor cat. haha
      Overall though my Thai is getting better I think

  2. Terri
    June 4, 2016 at 7:24 pm

    These are great stories! Alas, I could write a novelette about the bad experience I had when I let my kids feed a stray cat. Strikes the fear into me even now. I grew up on a farm. Loved animals in a farm kind of way. Wanted my kids to have that but in SC we lived in town. And my husband and I don’t do indoor animals. Well, a cat came on our property. Sweet. The girls wanted to feed her she was so scrawny. Not a chance SHE had a home. So I said yes. My husband was NOT happy. Read me the riot. (Why is he always right?) But the girls kept feeding her. Then, one day, she left. That was it. The girls were sad. We had to take a little trip. When we came back, I noticed a bad smell in our living room. Horrible. Well, ends up, the poor thing, sob, well, she didn’t make it and sought safety under our crawl space (I felt honored she felt safe with us and wanted to be near us). Sad. Just as sad, her fleas had nowhere to go. They felt our vibration, and jumped UP into our flooring. Then UP into our living room. Getting rid of fleas in a crawl space that are invading your house is NOT easy. TONS of fleas. TONS. And I was pregnant–and all the pest service could tell me is, “Vacuum more.” Right. I called my dad moaning about how my baby was going to end up with webbed fingers from all the chemicals to try to get rid of these fleas. We ended up tearing out the floor and other drastic measures. I can laugh now. But it’s a nervous laughter. 🙂 And THAT’S MY condensed stray animal story! I’m so happy yours is GOOD! Hugs!
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    • andthreetogo
      June 28, 2016 at 1:42 pm

      Oh my gosh that is the craziest story about taking in a stray that I have ever heard. It sounds terrible! Replacing flooring and all that… yikes! Yeah, I am glad that fleas seem to be pretty rare here (knocking on so much wood right now), but we did get a tick infestation. That was fun. I called pest control quicker than I can type Lyme Disease. They were everywhere! Luckily we all came out unscathed except out the dogs of course…

  3. Traveling Rockhopper
    June 10, 2016 at 3:12 am

    They all are cute! 🙂
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    • andthreetogo
      June 28, 2016 at 1:38 pm

      They really are! Good thing too 🙂 hah

  4. Shona
    July 1, 2016 at 7:59 pm

    I ended up with a black and white cat that had a stub tail. I called her “cat” (yes, I know, lots of thought went into that name…). I had her checked for a microchip but nothing and Facebook pages etc, and still nothing. Every time I went away, she was so hungry when I fed her, I figured no one was looking after her. I knew I couldn’t keep her as I used to work away a lot, so I put an add in gumtree and she went to a good home the next day!
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    • andthreetogo
      July 2, 2016 at 11:17 am

      What a great story! I love it when pets find happy homes (that aren’t mine haha). And I once had a cat named TC (The Cat)… apparently we both share a knack for naming pets. Hahah

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