Cats who teach me to fly…

2026 is shaping up better for both Mel and me. Over the past 12 years, we have managed the community cat populations carefully and responsibly. We successfully closed four feeding areas, not by abandoning the cats, but by taking them home once the numbers dropped below five. The only exceptions were Malcom Road and Thomson, where authorities were involved and we had to take in 20 cats at one go.

At Whampoa, where we are still feeding, more than two feeders are now involved. They deliberately feed at the exact time I do every night. After repeated disagreements, I decided to hand over full responsibility to them. That’s when they panicked.

They expected me to continue to rescue sick and injured cats, sterilising those who weren’t, and rehoming those who could be rehomed. In short, they wanted me to bring the cats home. Whenever a problem came up, they conveniently passed my contact to others instead of stepping up themselves.

Not long after the disagreement, an unsterilised cat was abandoned and another was hit by a car. Mel and I knew exactly what would happen, they wouldn’t lay a finger on the cats. One feeder would cry but do nothing, while another would pretend not to see. I was even questioned by the one who cried, asked whether I had a conscience and whether I truly loved the community cats. Ironically, she answered her own question.

Mel has always been supportive. We’re okay. We are still there every night, even when no cats are eating, just to make sure the cats are safe. When the time is right, Mel and I will leave.

Over the years, the community cats we took in have grown old. Many have passed on. It’s not just the community cat population that is now under control, the number of cats in our home has also decreased. The numbers are still high, but they are much better compared to five years ago.

For the first time, Mel and I can see our savings again. Yes, it’s time to talk about retirement. We’re tired. We still take responsibility, and we still give our best. We just hope we live long enough to see all of them through.

About half of my cats at home are above eight-years-old this year. It’s challenging. Just like humans, the older they get, the more health issues appear. We’re expecting higher medical costs, and we’re grateful to have Dr Anu’s support, not in terms of bills, but guidance and advice.

I’ve been surrounded by cats all these years. If you ask me what the new year feels like, I’d say this: it is bearing fruit. The same goes for my spiritual path, results don’t come quickly, but they do come after sustained effort.

There were no candles, no cakes, no “Happy Birthday” signs, just food to make the day special for the cats and for myself.

This year, I decided to cook instead of buying cakes, which I’ve done for the past twelve years. I wanted to stick to a budget. Pet cakes are getting more expensive and smaller every year. They’re starting to feel like the vegan cakes from Delcie’s, tiny, pricey, and honestly a little heartbreaking.

So what did I cook for the cats? Tuna, mackerel, salmon, chicken, and prawn. Yes, it’s sinful for a vegan but a real feast for the cats. That’s what they eat.

There’s this little paw that says, “I can’t wait.” That’s Xiao Ted, trying to pull the bowl down. He’s an all-time good boy.

That mischievous face belongs to Mongal.

Soon, everyone had their faces buried in the plates. I couldn’t even see their eyes. They finally stopped after the second serving, and I was glad there was only a little food left. That told me they’d had more than enough. And what comes after a good meal? Food coma.

The community cats aren’t used to home-cooked food, so they had their usual meal instead.

It was a simple Christmas Eve and a normal Christmas Day for me. Maybe next year, the cats will have both a cake and cooked food. I think that would be nice.

I attended Ajahn Viradhammo’s two-day stay-out retreat last Monday and Tuesday at Kong Meng Shan. In the past, I was always filled with enthusiasm and made sure to be punctual for every talk. Even after sleeping late, I would wake early to prepare for the day and stay punctual.

Lately, however, things seem to have cooled down. I have stopped “chasing” the Dhamma. Due to my current circumstances, I am only able to attend the afternoon sessions. I no longer find myself laughing at the questions raised by the attendees, nor do I concern myself with whether the answers given are correct or appropriate. All I want to do is sit and meditate.

Kong Meng Shan is the only place that allows me to join the talks at a later time. Other venues do not, and I am at peace with that.

There is another talk by Ajahn Sucitto next Monday at the same location, and I plan to attend. I love meditation. Immediately after lunch, I returned to the hall to meditate. I am not afraid of drowsiness. In fact, one of the fastest ways to train the mind is through a drowsy mind.

My time spent on suttas and meditation has decreased, but the Dhamma now lives within me. Everything is cooling down naturally, without effort.

Life goes on, and I am living much like everyone else. The difference is that there is more restraint, the mind is stiller, and my time is spent in a meaningful way.

Out of five kittens, only two survived. Ted Ted was one of them. Sadly, three of his siblings passed on from seizures when they were only a few months old. Vara and Ted Ted always showed themselves to be good brothers, along with their “cousins,” Fluffy and Xiao Ted. All four played together from the day they were born. Fluffy left us first and now Ted Ted had gone too.

Both Ted Ted and Vara had mild neurological issues. I am grateful that Ted Ted was with me for nine years and Vara is still strong.

Taking care of them was not easy. In the early years, their neurological conditions could be easily triggered.

I will always remember how Ted Ted comforted Tom and Kang Kang when they were very ill. He would lie close to them, groom them and shower them with love. This is something even humans wouldn’t do. I probably wouldn’t either.

I told him how loving he was and that he needed to keep that love with him always. Once a good boy, always a good boy.

I stayed by his side and watched him go. He stayed with Tom and Kang Kang until the end, so I had to do the same for him.

May the merits accumulated be dedicated to his favourable rebirth.