A Lost Cat Tale: How I Found KitKat before Christmas

 

Christmas is a time to relax and bond with family. For many people, our companion cats and dogs are family. So, can you imagine a person’s distress when a beloved cat gets lost? For the past few weeks, I have been seeing a lot of “lost cat” or “lost dog” posters online, with desperate owners offering up to as much as 20,000 pesos for the return of their beloved cat or dog.

I almost became such a desperate person 10 days before Christmas day, when, at  9pm on Dec. 14, a message on my phone informed me that my dear Kitkat was missing.

KITKAT

Kitkat is about 18 years old. I first met her years ago at the College of Mass Communication (CMC) where I fed her and spent a lot of time with her. When I had the weekly radio program KWENTUHANG PETS ATBP on DZUP, I would greet her without fail at the beginning of the program. After the program, she would  wait for me at the entrance steps to Plaridel Hall and rub her body against my legs. The guards said she always listened to the entire one-hour program.

One day, I forgot to greet her on air. When I returned to Plaridel Hall, she did not meet me at the steps. I found her hiding below the guard’s table. I called her but she refused to come out. The guard explained that I had forgotten to greet her at the start of the program.

Every morning, Kitkat would run to the car to greet me when I arrived at CMC. She would walk me to the car when I went home in the afternoon. She took siestas in my office and even gave birth to three kittens in the big drawer of my working table. She is an emotional support cat and it made me happy to see her sleeping on the laps of students.

She kept me company at school during one of the lowest points in my life. I lost my mom at about the same time that Kitkat lost her kitten. She must have sensed my grief. She would wait for me to dismiss my class at 7pm, then walk with me to my office where we would stay till 9 or 10pm. I would lie on my couch and sob myself to sleep while she lay on my chest, staring down at me with sad eyes that revealed her own sorrow.

So, imagine my distress when I learned that she was missing. My friend Angel (not her real name) and her daughter, who live inside the campus, had been fostering her since September. Some of the cats at Balay Kaibigan had gotten sick with feline flu and we had to get Kitkat out fast to save her from getting infected. She is a senior cat and therefore needed special care. I thank my friend and her daughter for offering to foster her.

Angel was not feeling well that morning and had taken Kitkat to her open garage for some sun. Nugget, a cute and chubby cat whom she had adopted from Balay Kaibigan, was with them. After setting the cages down, Angel went back inside the house to get a chair for herself. When she returned to the garage, Kitkat had escaped from her carrier and was gone.

We often take the feelings of our animal companions for granted. Kitkat used to be a community cat. She had enjoyed unlimited access to sun, fresh air, wide spaces and tall trees at CMC. She was fed by the students, staff and faculty. But in December 2021, she had fallen gravely ill due to feline flu. She was confined at the vet clinic for two weeks where I asked the vets to do everything to save her. Her vet said that as a senior cat, Kitkat now needed a home where she could get age-appropriate food and the necessary vitamins. So I took her to Balay Kaibigan where an animal carer could attend to her needs.

As soon as I read Angel’s message, I rushed to UP to search for Kitkat. We combed the construction site right beside her home till midnight. Angel made a nice lost cat poster with Kitkat’s picture for posting online and I offered a 3000 peso reward. For five days, Angel and her daughter searched night and day but Kitkat was nowhere to be found.

It wasn’t the first time that I had had to search for a lost cat or dog. So I began visualizing, praying and affirming that Kitkat would either come home or that we would find her. On the sixth night, I looked for her again in adjacent streets, calling out her name as I passed each house. I also imagined a golden light connecting us at the heart and the navel.

Then just as I was about to end the search, I saw her at the gate of one of the houses along the street where she lives. She was just standing there, as if waiting for me to show up and rescue her.

I had found my Kitkat.

KITKAT and ME

In case you happen to lose your animal companion, here is the powerful visualization technique that I used to find Kitkat:

1.     Imagine or visualize a bright egg-shaped white light surrounding and protecting your cat /dog.

2.     Imagine or visualize a golden cord connecting your heart to your animal’s heart and your navel to his/her navel.

3.     Talk to your animal aloud or in your mind. Reassure him/her that you are searching for her. Even if you are apart, your animal will hear your “psychic voice”. Tell her you love her and that she is the most special cat in the world.

4.     Make promises you can keep. Tell him/her that you will take hm out more often or give him his favorite food.

5.     Visualize her back home with you, eating, sleeping and doing the things she loves to do.

6.     Affirm that all this will come to pass. Pray that you will be led to your animal or that he/she will find her way home to you.

7.     Search during the day, but the best time to go around the neighborhood is at night when it’s more quiet and your animal can hear your voice when you call out to him/her.

8.     Look everywhere that a scared animal could possibly hide. They could be holed up in the most unexpected places.

9.     Bring water and his favorite food, a flashlight and towel to wrap him in. Make sure the he can fit in the bag or carrier that you will bring.

10.Distribute lost cat/dog posters so people can inform you if they have seen them and you could follow a trail.

It’s important to remember that the sooner you do this meditation, the greater the chances of finding your animal companion. Offering a reward would also be good so people would be eager to help in the search. But on the other hand, it could scare off a shy or fearful lost animal.

Note that the stronger the bond between you and your animal, the easier it would be to do this visualization technique. So work on creating that closeness with your animals. It just might save their lives one day.

Remembering My Mom's Affinity with Animals

It's a common notion that we either inherit our traits from our parents and grandparents or acquire them from the sum total of our life experiences and stock knowledge. I, for one, am certain that I inherited my mom's love for animals. But I developed my advocacy from experiences where I witnessed cruelty against animals that moved me to action.

All Souls Day is commemorated just one day in a year. But I think of my mom 365 days in a year. I think of the good days as well as the missed opportunities. Today I visited her at the San Agustin columbary with my dogs Kotton, Samedi and Dimanche. She loved dogs and cats and had many animal companions during her lifetime. Samedi and Dimanche (Saturday and Sunday, in French)  used to live in my parents' house. Unfortunately, she was already suffering from partial paralysis due to a stroke so she was not able to enjoy the company of the weekend duo.

When my brothers and I were growing up, our home was never without a dog. We had German shepherds, a dachshund named Pepper, and three dogs from San Fabian, Pangasinan who were named Topspin 1, 2 and 3. The dogs slept with us and played with us.

 
When we moved to our home in Quezon City in the late 60's, we had a furry pepper and salt mutt named Beawy (pronounced Behwee) who used to play hide and seek with Mom. She would hide inside the closets while Beawy would rush through each room to find her. 

One day years later, she told me that she had ordered one of their dogs to fetch his sister. Imagine her delight when the dog came back pulling his sister up the steps by her collar!

She also regaled me with colorful accounts of her favorite dog when she was a young girl and how he would sit and walk on his butt toward the gate to meet her after school.

Mom was also a lover of cats. She had many cats when she was growing up. I used to be terrified of cats, but when my favorite aunt, Tita Olga, insisted on giving me a Persian cat, I accepted. Mom was very fond of D'Artagnan and I left him with them when I pursued masteral studies in France.

Mom with D'Artagnan

After I came back, I found a match for D'Artagnan and their union gave us 2 beautiful kittens. I didn't know about neutering and spaying then, so the family expanded and Mom helped find people to adopt the kittens. She had favorites and she bought them fish and often checked on them.

I gave her a handsome grey Persian named Cyrus who resembled his grandfather. She renamed him Good Chi, and they became inseparable. He would accompany her to the toilet and stay with her. They watched television together, and Mom taught him to stay put while she and Dad prayed the rosary. All she had to say was, "Let's pray" and Good Chi would come running from wherever he was to take his place beside her.

Me, my mom and Good Chi

A firm believer in the Catholic faith, Mom kept several statues of saints in
their bedroom. Good Chi's favorite sleeping place was behind the statue of the Sacred Heart.

I remember getting a distressed phone call from her one day. She was sobbing because the dogs had entered the room and spooked Good Chi who ran outside and up the concrete fence. She climbed a ladder to get him, but he was so stressed that he bit her. But Mom understood that he didn't mean to hurt her. He was just terrified of the dogs.

My mom passed away in July 2016, and I have had several years of introspection regarding our relationship. I realize now that everything she did for me was out of love, because I was the only daughter and we are so much alike. And maybe she thought I needed guidance because of my stubborn nature. She used to come in my dreams and her kisses and hugs felt so real. She still does sometimes, and I cherish these  occasions.

If there is any truth to the belief that we choose our parents before we incarnate into this world, I know why I chose her. She was fiercely loyal to me, defending me against a world that barely understood my eccentricities. And I needed an anchor, a loving guide into the world of animals. 

My life now revolves around helping campus cats and dogs. I have given up a lot to do this because it has to be done and they need help and saving. The UP Diliman campus is not yet a safe haven for stray animals.

My mom and I at home

Whenever I face an obstacle to my goals, I talk to my mom and ask for help. Most of the time, things turn out well in ways unexpected.
I believe when you're on the right track, the Universe and your guardian angels will help you reach your goals. And there's Mom, too, helping make things happen for me from the spiritual world.

My mom and I together in Paris.

The KOTTON Effect: The Story of UP Diliman's Top ESA

EARLY DAYS 

"Kotton Effect" is a term I coined back in 2019 when I observed how a thin and gentle stray dog at the UP College of Mass Communication (CMC) had won the hearts of many students. They fed him and caressed him and called him many names of endearment. 

He must have been about 3-4 months old when I first met him. He was blackish and mangy. I developed the habit of buying food for him and feeding him. He loved meat viands with sauce and rice. He started waiting for me at the parking lot of Plaridel Hall, and would run and leap on me with sheer joy. At first, I was afraid to touch him because of the small crawling insects I saw on his back. But he was insistent and wouldn't stop jumping on me until I gave him food and attention.

Underneath the dirty skin and fur, he was whitish. So I named him Cotton and promised him that one day he would be handsome and his fur would be as soft as cotton.

He was not the only dog at CMC. Another kind, motherly dog had enchanted the students and grown quite close to Kotton. I named her Chess, after her fur markings that looked like black and white pieces of a chessboard. Chess and Cotton were inseparable, like mother and son or better yet, like best friends.

Kotton was a roamer. Whenever I wanted to feed him or give him a bath, I would get into my car and scan the streets near Quezon Hall, College of Music and University Theater. He knew the sound of my car so he would run up to me. Or was it the smell?

Before the pandemic, the security guards, students and staff loved Cotton and Chess. The guards shared their lunch and dinner with both dogs, the students bought barbecue for them and Katkat, a member of the CMC staff, found sponsors so they could have regular meals, rain or shine.

When the opportunity came for a free neutering in early 2018, I took Chess to the Institute of Biology for spaying. Cotton was nowhere to be found. But I asked the kind vets for meds to cure him of mange. 

A few months later, another opportunity came for free neutering. To make sure that Cotton would be there the following day, I leashed him to one of the sheds the night before the surgery. The guard said Kotton had wailed all night. I had no car the following day, so my plan was to load him into the garbage truck I had managed to borrow from the Campus Maintenance Office to pick up all other stray dogs for neutering. But Cotton refused to jump up the truck without me. So the men helped me up and once he saw me on the back of the truck, he jumped right in.

When the pandemic hit us in March 2020 and the first lockdown was declared on March 15, I rushed to UP to check on the roaming dogs at CMC and Quezon Hall who had become my friends. I found Chess at CMC, searching for food. Kotton and Harry were at Quezon Hall with resident dogs Tisay and Lakan or Macho. The guards had been sharing their food with them. They were thin, dirty, hungry and begging for food and reassurance. Their whimpering broke my heart. I made the decision to bring Kotton, Chess and Harry to Balay Kaibigan where they could have meals and baths.

THE K TEAM

FAST FORWARD TO 2022. Cotton, the once skinny and mangy dog, is now a UP Diliman Emotional Support Animal (ESA) as well as a SAGIP campus search and rescue K9. People who touch him never fail to praise his soft, clean fur. He is now the COTTON I promised he would be.

The only problem is that he is a clingy dog. He became clingy because he was sad during the days when I wasn't around in the campus.  But when a virus broke out in Balay Kaibigan where he had been living for more than 2 years, I took him home. He was the happiest dog in the world! The days of waiting for me were over.

I now call him my "white shadow". His days of uncertainty, of not knowing whether I would visit him, are gone. Now, he never tires of following me from room to room and up and down the stairs. I can feel his eyes take in my every move, whether I'm drinking a glass of water or working on my laptop. Thankfully, he falls asleep when he knows I will be working for hours.

UP SAGIP SEARCH AND RESCUE K9

In January 2021, I submitted a proposal to train a group of UPD stray dogs to become search and rescue dogs. The idea was that they would help find missing persons in case of an earthquake or other emergency in the campus. Kotton became my K9, and I his handler. I had always dreamed of training a dog who would be my buddy everywhere I go. Well, this was it. This was when he became KOTTON (with a K) and we became the "K Team".

Together with 10 other campus dogs, we train on Saturdays, under rain and sun. We do night searches. We train in different buildings, colleges, the UPD lagoon and open fields. My skin gained a reddish tan and Kotton built muscles. Kotton, who looks like he is half-Labrador, is talented but stubborn. Sometimes it's a test of wills when I give the command "Sit" and "Stay". Most of the time, the standoff is solved by Jollibee chicken treats.

The other dogs in the group are also good searchers. Short-legged Nano, Amore, Dagz, Bar and Maroon can find people hiding in the bushes or in clutter-filled rooms in record time. The medium-sized aspins or asong Pinoy (local dogs) do equally well in field searches and building searches. The dogs have become friends and always look forward to Saturday trainings. The handlers, an eclectic mix of faculty, residents, staff, students, security guards and Social Services Brigade personnel (SSB), have learned to work as a team. 

UPD EMOTIONAL SUPPORT ANIMALS (ESAs)

 Together with Tisay, another friendly aspin from Quezon Hall or UPD's "seat of power", Kotton was presented to UP officials as an "emotional support dog" in February 2019. Former UPD Chancellor Michael Tan had told me days earlier that he had to introduce the concept of "tapping our campus dogs as emotional support animals" because certain officials were planning to have the dogs rounded up and brought to the pound soon. So at 6:30pm on that day, Dr. Tan called Kotton and Tisay to the stage. I had the honor of bringing in one of UP's first emotional support dogs.

 The strategy was brilliant. While Dr. Tan was talking and pointing at him, Kotton faced the audience and sat down. He took in all the lights and the attention. The audience roared in delight. That's where I realized that Kotton loves the limelight.

The press had been invited to cover the big event which marked the 70th anniversary of the transfer of the UP campus to Diliman from its original campus in Ermita. The celebration included music, dances and speeches from the university's top officials. But the news that came out the following day focused mostly on Kotton and Tisay and their role as the first emotional support dogs in the campus.

After that, Kotton and I were requested to visit the Diliman Learning and Research Center to help the students relax while they worked on their theses and other requirements or prepared for midterm and final exams.

On our first visit, a student working at her laptop suddenly reached out to Kotton. She asked if she could touch and hug him. I said yes, and kept a watchful eye on them as she hugged Kotton and talked to him. I saw her several times in the following days, so I asked her what exactly was Kotton's impact on her.

THE KOTTON EFFECT

"On the first day that Kotton passed by me, I was struggling with my thesis. I had reached a dead end and knew I wouldn't be able to finish it in time. That meant I wouldn't graduate, and I didn't know how to tell my parents. So at that moment, I was thinking about ending my life. Then Kotton came," she recalled. 

I was dumbfounded. So Kotton had that effect on people! He distracts them and pulls them away from dark thoughts and helps them back to the present. And he gives them hope. 

The more I see The Kotton Effect, the more I learn to respect Kotton. He allows strangers to touch him, but it is my role to protect him. It's no joke to have 6 pairs of hands on your head or your body. I have to make sure Kotton is not uncomfortable. So I limit interactions to 30 minutes then we take a 30-minute break.

MY PERSONAL ESA 

Now that Kotton lives with me, it's like having my personal ESA. He forces me to walk daily. I sleep late so I'm too lazy to wake up early and walk, but I have to because he won't poop nor pee inside the house.

Kotton also makes me laugh...a lot. He and my female dog Dimanche have really hit it off, and now I have two dogs sleeping with me in the room. It's been barely two months, but Kotton has told me in so many ways that he no longer wants to live in Balay Kaibigan. We go there for visits, but he's here to stay. We still do Saturday trainings and we have been requested to start ESA duties again at DLRC. We will continue to do that as volunteers. But there's no more question about where Kotton will stay. He has a real home now.