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Cats & car scratches

Just a follow-up to the last entry, some relevant links and posts.

Why kill a cat over scratches on car? – AsiaONE Motoring

Paint on a car is manufactured to withstand the tremendous force of the gravel missiles as it speeds along the road, otherwise every car will be pitted all over as it speeds along the highway!

A paint technologist on this website (www.flippyscatpage.com/carpaint.html) wrote: “The worst a cat can do to in normal circumstances is leave cute little muddy cat prints – annoying but not inherently damaging.”

High ground

Cats, by nature, like to rest on “safe” high ground or seek the warmth radiating through the car bonnet.

Being animals, cats don’t know that it is “wrong” to do so.

So, in all likelihood, the cats did not even cause the scratches. Humans who insist on applying human notions of “right” and “wrong” to animals’ instinctual behavior, are, IMHO, a little wrong in the head.

Humans are animals too.

News broke recently that stray cats, birds and a dog have been found in gravely sick condition at a local condominium estate. Most likely from eating poisoned cat food deliberately left around the estate. [ST link]

What the online ST article didn’t include were quotes from the residents interviewed, one of whom suggested that the culprit acted out of anger at having his car hood scratched by the strays. Cats like to lie on car hoods at night as the engines leave the surface warm; the people assume that they scratch the paintwork in the process.

Stray Cat - photo from Flickr

It makes me sick to the stomach to think that people find damage to car paint adequate justification for deliberately killing small animals with poison. What is more repulsive is that this person has laced cat food and deliberately left it in areas where strays congregate so that they would eat it. I was also shocked at the interviewee, a Mr Tay, who expressed sympathy for the culprit; to condone such violence in reaction what is so disproportionately trivial issue of scratched car paint shows a disturbing lack of understanding and compassion towards living creatures.

I never understand why some people are so bloody hostile against stray cats and other animals to the point where they often express a desire to see the animals killed. They often claim that these animals “intrude” upon humans, which I think is a horrid expression of anthoropocentric arrogance. Humans have as much to contribute to these “animal problems” as well.

Stray cat - photo from Flickr

The neighbourhood I live in is a relatively new development. Before the housing units sprang up, it used to be a forested area with occasional fields and dotted with some small farms. There is a significant wild dog population that has thrived in the forests, and when we first moved in, it was not uncommon to see large wild dogs going about their own business or lying around in the sun. Then the eateries opened, and the trash wasn’t properly disposed of, and suddenly there was a “stray dog problem” because the wild dogs would go eat the leftover scraps and rummage through humans’ trash for food.

Stray dog - photo from Flickr

I must note that these wild dogs, although they are large, have never shown any signs of aggression towards humans at all. In fact, all the times I’ve seen them, they seemed either friendly, or inclined to avoid humans unless absolutely left without a choice.

One day I saw a dogcatcher’s van stopped outside the eatery. There was a huge cacophony of barking and howling, and what seemed like a staff member appeared to be cracking a whip and hitting the enclosure at the back of the van to intimidate or silence the dogs — I couldn’t see very clearly, as I was a good way across the street. This only resulted in louder barking. After some time the van left.

After that incident, and I supposed there were more incidents of culling of the wild dogs, the dog population was reduced and they stopped coming near human areas. I can understand people’s concerns for hygiene and safety, but a lot of it seemed to be borne out of unfounded fears as well.

It wasn’t that the wild dogs were “intruding” upon humans; in fact I would think quite the opposite. We have “invaded” their territory, which the dogs have been living here for many years, built up our structures, took away a good chunk of the forest, and refused to put up with the dogs that haven’t been even aggressive towards us. The dogs, for lack of other food sources, naturally gravitated towards human eateries and the trash.I missed seeing the dogs around, trotting across a grass field or lying down at the bus station in the evenings — sometimes with a young pup or two in tow — it always made my day a little brighter and more interesting.

It is a sad world we are in that fellow humans cannot accept co-existing with other animals; that in supposedly more enlightened times today there are still lots of people out there who think we are perfectly justified to kill animals any way we please over petty issues.

Goodbye, JBJ

Singapore opposition icon J.B. Jeyaretnam dies fighting

I was shocked and saddened to learn that J.B. Jeyaretnam had passed away yesterday morning. You never really think about it, but he had become such an icon, a common fixture in our political climate, that you don’t think that there would be a day when he’d no longer be here.

I didn’t agree with all of JBJ’s ideas, but I really respect him for never backing off or making compromises. He fought to make a difference, to do something, effect change for what he thought was right for our country. He stuck to his ideas with an iron will to the very end, despite everything that’s happened to him. I don’t think there are many people around with the sort of tenacity and spirit he had. Bless his soul.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

A culture I won’t take for granted.

I wish I knew more about Chinese folk practices and religion. Recently, I ran some searches online and found that most of the sources of information are written in Chinese. There are very few good ones in English. Even then, there weren’t many sources that addressed Singapore/Malaysian Chinese practices, either. What ever I learnt was passed down orally to me by my parents, and over the generations the information is diluted. I know some ideas behind certain rituals, but I never understood the full story.

The practices of Taoism and Buddhism overlap sometimes, and the lines between religion and folk rituals are blurred, too. Taoism as we colloquially understand it to be is different from Taoism as described in the books written in English for a Western audience. As ethnic Chinese in S.E. Asia, our culture has assimilated certain aspects that have altered it from the Chinese culture of mainland China, too.

In my previous job, the premises’ terrace overlooked a carpark just behind the building. Every year, a tent with an altar set up for the 7th lunar month would be erected there, complete with a hired puppet troupe. And amidst all that going on, I could hear the strains of evening prayer projected through the speakers of the nearby mosque. The area was never glitzy or quiet, it sometimes bordered on sleazy — but it was never boring. From where the office was, we could sometimes see fights break out on the coffee-shop corner, strange kooks, drama, even outrageous accidents.

Today is the first day of the Seventh Month festival, which is also known as the ghost festival. The seventh month of the lunar calendar is a period during which the Chinese believe that the gates of the underworld will open, allowing the ghosts and spirits of the deceased to visit the human realm. I’ve never given it much thought, but I’ve come to appreciate the presence of getai, the night auctions, the hustle-bustle. When I was younger, we lived in an old housing estate, and I used to hear the auctions going on in Hokkien at night. It was always a source of amusement to hear the prices go up and up and the people’s cheers following the raising of bids.

We don’t see the puppet shows and wayang so much nowadays — put up for deities’ celebrations — but I’ve always liked watching them when I was a child. I would ask many many questions and I found the costumes and painted faces really cool, I wanted to imitate them. As we moved away from the older estate, my contact with these street performances lessened, too. It’s easy to forget about them. I’d only had a re-kindling of interest when a Taoist temple in my neighbourhood held a street parade to mark their opening — we all leaned out of the windows of our flat to get a better view.

The Chinese folk rituals and religion seems to be practiced here mainly by the blue-collar and older segment of the population, the people who speak primarily Mandarin or Chinese dialects, or what is often called “the heartlanders” (I dislike that word very much). It’s sometimes scoffed at for being superstition or something unfashionably out-dated; it’s been parodied, joked, derided for being heathen… It’s been exoticised by people who see only the surface of it, the lure of something “oriental” and pagan. Even up till recently, I never liked it that much myself. I thought it unpleasant, inconvenient, something that I just had to go through as my parents wished it. I’ve had arguments with my parents about it. But now, I look beyond the haze of the incense smoke, and I see something so rich and fascinating, I wish it will continue to be practiced for a long, long time to come. It’s not about my personal religious beliefs, but an aspect of our identity and culture.