27 February 2010
Cambodian Cat Lost and Found
He normally never strays far, thus I began wandering the neighbourhood in the dark, not something you should do in Phnom Penh. However, I was possessed.
I could hear a faint 'meow' in the distance...somewhere. And, I recognised it as Vanna.
Like a mad woman, I demanded that the landlord search the level above ours that was currently undergoing construction. Vanna must be stuck there. We searched with a flashlight...nothing.
'Could be any cat', he said. 'No', I said, 'I know my cat.
It's coming from over there, please help me find him.'
It was 8.30pm. He promptly shut his gate and repeated 'Sa'ai, Sa'ai' Tomorrow, tomorrow.
Enraged, I climbed over the back next door neighbour's fence.
Vanna was stuck in someone's bedsit two door's along.
I ran round to the front to meet a motorcycle arriving. Before I spoke he said, 'Your cat, I have, I have.'
He unlocked his door to a hungry and angry puffed-up Vanna. Three deep scratches were my welcome.
I am sure I will never find out why this man knew he had Vanna in his room.
It was such a performance transporting Vanna to Cambodia that losing him would be unbearable. He ensures I always have a smile on my face, as some Cambodian days are definitely trying. This was one of them.