Hi, this is Cat Mom and according to Cat Dad, this is an interesting story to tell. Apparently, his interest in knowing about Dodo and Pea Pea (and cats in general) sparked after I told him about the story of how I adopted Dodo. It was enough to convert him from someone who couldn’t care less about pets, to a crazy cat dad, and the rest is history.
A little background about me. I have always liked animals that are furry but I especially liked cats. Ask anyone around me and they would tell you that. Anytime I see a cat, I would rush over to pet them (despite my mum’s fears of me coming in contact with fleas). The neighborhood I lived in when I was young had a lot of strays and I would always stop to pet them on my way home from school. As a result, cats follow me. I am no cat whisperer but I often had different cats following me home. Sometimes, in the morning, we’d find cat poop directly outside our door and my horrified mum would have to clean up the mess. I thought it was funny.
There was another incident where a cat came into our house early in the morning as we had left the door slightly ajar. I was taking a shower and it was meowing outside the bathroom door. While my mum was fretting over how she can keep cats away from our house, I was just amused by the whole thing.
Despite my fascination and obsession with anything cat, I thought my interactions with them would only be limited to playing with strays and I never would have thought that one day, I could have a cat. Until many many years later.
Circa 2015, a friend and I were talking and, out of spite, I casually made the remark that “one day, I would bring home a cat”. It didn’t mean much at that time. I meant it as a joke but over the next few months I would find myself saying the same thing again and again, to friends, to my sister, to my mum. Initially they told me not to be crazy, but me being me, the more I am told not to do something, the more I wanted to do it. I began to seriously consider the idea of bringing home a cat, and by serious, I meant SERIOUS. Lots of research were done about how to care for cats, the preparation work involved, the kinds of food for them, et cetera, and visits to the local SPCA were made (Read about it here). I also thought about the possibility of me being chased out of my house by my mum (with a cat in tow – which honestly, doesn’t sound too bad!). At this point, I was pretty sure that the worst thing that can happen is to have my mum be extremely mad at me and probably not talk to me for a few days. But I was also about 98.99% positive that she would not make me return the cat because I know my mum. She is an animal lover. And so, a crazy plan was devised- I was going to adopt a cat and bring it home. SECRETLY. 😈😈😈
I continued to tell my family on a weekly (might have been daily) basis that I was going to bring a cat home one day and overtime, they see no cats, they start to not take me seriously. They were getting desensitized to the idea. But it was all part of the plan. Meanwhile, I was doing all the prep work, ordering cat supplies, window meshes, cat bed, toys, litter boxes, food, all the fun stuff.
When all the supplies arrived and are in place, my partner in crime (hi Janice!) and I decided that today was the day. Prior to that, I had looked through the cats for adoption on the SPCA site and had my eyes set on one. And so we head down to SPCA to get me a cat. We spoke to the person in charge at SPCA and she told us in order to apply for adoption, everyone living in the household have to be present during the application process.
But the adoption was supposed to be a secret.
That was not the day I brought a cat home. We went home disappointed.
That evening, Janice and I started scouring the internet looking for people putting cats up for adoption. In one of the postings she had showed me, there was this 2 month old little kitten with hair sticking out in all directions. I could tell she was going to be a longhaired cat, and I told Janice “nah, I kind of want an older cat, preferably with short hair”. Despite that, Janice managed to convince me into a house visit. And so, we compiled a list of potential candidates.
The next morning, we set off for a day of house visits. One particular candidate we visited was extremely shady in our opinion. When we reached out to the owner the previous day, she said that she is putting her 2 year old female ragdoll up for adoption because her parents in-law had recently moved in with her family and that they were allergic to cats so they had no choice but to let her go.
When we arrived, the owner said that her husband and daughter would meet us at the void deck shortly. The meeting place was pretty close in proximity to a construction site. Janice and I were low-key worried that the cat would feel stressed with the loud noises but the father and daughter duo seemed fine with it. We saw that they had brought along two cats in separate carriers and so we casually said “oh we didn’t know you have two cats for adoption”. They just looked at us awkwardly and didn’t say anything. They then opened the carriers and told us that one of them was the female that was in the ad and the other was her son. So Janice and I started asking questions about the cats and between each reply they gave us, the father and daughter would converse between themselves in Malay as though they were discussing what to say. Throughout our entire meeting, the cats stayed curled up and cautious at the back of their carriers. We did not feel any affection between the owners and the cats, which was strange to us considering the fact that they were about to send away the pets and possibly never see them again. Perhaps the cats have never been outdoors and they were frozen with fear with the loud noises coming from the construction site, or maybe they did not feel attached enough to their owners to go to them for security in a situation where they felt unsafe. Either way, it was an extremely weird experience for both Janice and I. The cherry on top of the cake was, when we specifically asked about the male ragdoll, they owners abruptly said that they were keeping him. We were confused but we thanked them for their time, and left.
It probably doesn’t help that the pair were a little shifty during our interaction and avoided eye contact for the most part. It also didn’t make sense to us that they were keeping the male cat while letting go of the female, when they had relatives with cat allergies living in their home. Nonetheless, we didn’t want to jump to conclusions and we left it at that.
At the end of the day, we had an answer. I have had this one particular cat in my mind since meeting her earlier in the day. I had originally wanted a slightly mellow, not as crazy, adult cat with short fur, a cat that would match my personality (aka I’m boring). But that all went out the window when I saw her teeter tottering after her siblings and we knew we had to go back for her.
The little 2 month old with fur sticking out in all directions.

After bidding goodbye to her siblings and parents, we brought baby Dodo home in a little carrier. The plan was not yet over. We rushed home before anyone else came back, and settled her down.
And then we waited.
My mum was the first to come back that day. Upon seeing Janice nervously and awkwardly pacing around the house looking like a kid on her first day of school, my mum immediately sensed that something was up. She went straight to my bedroom and flung the door open. All I heard was her exclaiming in Mandarin, “Eh, how come you’re here??” in the room before she turned and smack me on the arm. She was not mad though. She had a look of disbelief mixed with amusement on her face that she was failing at masking.
My dad was really chill about Dodo. He was so chill that he seemed almost nonchalant, while my sister, vacationing in Korea at that time, was convinced that I was pranking her until I sent her a video of my mum playing with Dodo.
We named her Cookiez Ann Creame de Donutez, Donut in short. She got on very well with the rest of the family. Who wouldn’t get along well with her? I mean, just look at that face!

And so Operation “Bring a Cat Home” was a success and I have a cat! Dodo became the center of our family for many many months to come before she had to share that attention with Pea Pea. But that’s a story for another day.
A word of advice for anyone who is thinking of following in my footsteps – PLEASE DON’T. 🤣











