Cats, cats, everywhere

Okay, so these pictures are just random shots of Phnom Penh and nothing to do with cats. (Picture of yummy fried crickets and some of the finer PP architecture)

These wily creatures are hard to catch on film. However, they seem to be haunting me in all aspects of my day to day existence. Feral cats run rampant in Phnom Penh and most of them are missing a significant portion of their tail. I can only assume it is from some back alley, cut-throat tomcat rumble.
I'm not bothered by the missing tails so much as the ear-splittingly loud crys these suckers make on a regular basis. They seem to congregate in the trees outside my office and make such loud wails that it is hard to concentrate. I assume they are all in heat as cats do not get spayed in Cambodia, even the ones with good homes. Apparently it is very un-Buddhist to take away the opportunity to procreate, even in animals.

My office tried to take up a collection to spay the main offender who struts around our courtyard like she owns the place, but many of the Khmer staff were offended by the idea and refused to be a party to it. Who knew that spaying was so bad? What would Bob Barker say to this? Maybe he needs to get his retired ass over here to help with the feral cat problem.

Yesterday, while lying in shivasana (sp?) after a long day, and an intense 90 minutes of yoga, hoping for a quick cat nap (pun intended), our peaceful existence was shattered by such an intense wailing that you thought bloody murder was being committed. SE Asia can be quite an assault on the senses, usually smells and noises, but I never thought that I would be taunted and haunted by wailing cats.