Friday, August 10, 2007

AVA and trapping cats

In response to several people talking about AVA trapping cats, I just checked with the AVA again and have been told that they do not trap cats in general. In HDB estates, pest control is left to the Town Councils to manage. In private estates, the AVA will deliver a cat trap if someone asks to borrow one. However they will not go down specifically to trap cats for people. If anyone has an experience where this has happened, then let me know and we'll look into it.

Incidentally, you can also borrow a cat trap from the AVA for sterilisation. Just ring them up and they'll deliver it to your home as well.

If you see anyone trapping, do note down the vehicle number and what van they come in - is there a logo on the side and what does it say? In an HDB estate, it is most likely that the TC will hire pest control to trap the cats, though it is not unheard of that cleaners are told to trap as well.

In a private estate, if you see an AVA van coming, it means that it is very likely that someone has complained about a cat and will be borrowing a cat trap - ie one of your neighbours will have a cat trap in their garden. If that's the case, then it's best to find out what is happening and why they are complaining so that you can ask them not to trap the cat.

In a private estate people often aren't even aware that cat traps have been put up, so if any of your cats go missing then please call the AVA as these people are obliged to return the cat and the trap to the AVA.

Of course at the AVA if they are not reclaimed, the cats are killed - whether the cats are sent in from the town councils or private estates. This is something that isn't pointed out enough to the people in private estates and which you should point out to them as well, as you explain the other benefits of TNRM.

In any case, call the Town Council, the AVA and the SPCA just to check if your cats are there once you have any missing cats. This is the first thing you should do.

We need to have accurate information and not have people panic over the wrong things. For example, someone may see an AVA van come and not see any trapping and hence think that the situation is safe - when actually a trap has been delivered and the cats are in danger. If anyone has seen themselves cases where the AVA is trapping, please let me know so I can look into it.

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17 Comments:

Blogger VeganCatsg said...

Is AVA still not offering the option of numane methods of keeping cats off the gardens instead of offering trap to kill?

10/8/07 10:05 AM  
Blogger VeganCatsg said...

Stray animals / Loan of cat traps
Toll-free Hotline: 1800-476 1600
Fax: 6472 6157

10/8/07 10:09 AM  
Blogger Dawn said...

I just called to check about that too Vegancatsg.

10/8/07 10:42 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Perhaps we can borrow up all the traps so that none will be borrowed by people who want cats killed!!

10/8/07 10:58 AM  
Blogger lingcat said...

AVA provide free service to trap dogs and collect unwanted dogs.

It sent me into a panic when my mom called up when she saw AVA van and staffs in my carpark.

In the end, she found out that my neighbour surrendered an old pet dog.

10/8/07 11:18 AM  
Blogger VeganCatsg said...

It is sad that an old pet has to suffer the fear of being euthanized in a strange place with strange people.
Imagine being old ourselves one day and our family called a van to bring us "somewhere".

10/8/07 11:22 AM  
Blogger Dawn said...

I know they also do pick up surrendered cats on some occasions. In one case, I was asked to rush down because AVA was 'taking' home cats. It turned out the owner had called up, made a complaint about her own cat and asked them to take the cat away. When I asked her if she was sure she didn't want the cat back, she said she was. I believe the caregivers took the cat in the end.

10/8/07 11:26 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

When will AVA ever achieve a first class humane organisation that does NOT go around like a garbage truck collecting cats and dogs for the gallow?
When will we see truly smart looking humane officers going around truly concerned with the WELFARE of animals?
When?
When?

10/8/07 11:36 AM  
Blogger lingcat said...

There are still alot of misconceptions of AVA and SPCA. People think that the animals will go to a nice place to be cared for. There need to be more awareness in this area.

No Demand, No Supply. Educate the citizens.

10/8/07 12:20 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i really don't understand how these people have the heart to "throw away" their pets like some old mats. How can they forget the special love and companion their furry pals once so dearly provide. All they ask for is love in return, how difficult can that be?! Just reading about such makes me weep.
These humans are all they have and I hope their children will do the same to them when they are old, I pray! I am so blessed to have cats in my life, i count my blessings..

10/8/07 1:01 PM  
Anonymous How Could You? said...

How Could You?

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, age I became your best friend. Whenever I was ”bad,” you’d shake your finger at me and ask “How could you?”-but then you’d relent, and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because “ice cream is bad for dogs,” you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comfort you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a “dog person”-still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a “prisoner of love.”

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch-because your touch was now so infrequent-and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me.

These past few years, you just answered “yes” and changed the subject. I had gone from being “your dog” to “just a dog,” and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You’ve made the right decision for your “family,” but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said “I know you will find a good home for her.”

They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with “papers.” You had to pry your son’s fingers loose from my collar as he screamed “No, Daddy! Please don’t let them take my dog!” And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home.

They shook their heads and asked “How could you?”

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you- that you had changed your mind-that this was all a bad dream … or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room.

She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her.

The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured “How could you?”

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said “I’m so sorry.” She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn’t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself-a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my “How could you?” was not directed at her.

It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.

May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty?


By Jim Willis 2001

10/8/07 2:02 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

My neighbour "disposed" of her old dogs either by calling spca or opening the gate and letting her blind dog out for good - too lazy to even make a call.
She once disposed of kittens by tying them in plastic bags and tossing them out - we could not catch the trash truck in time.
I heard rabbits died when maid fed Pxxx till liver failure occurred. Children/grandchildren grew up and pets were not wanted. Plenty of such people around.

10/8/07 2:42 PM  
Anonymous huh said...

Let's go borrow all the traps. How could people just send their old dog to a strange place for PTS? I cried my eyes out when my terminally ill dog was PTS in my arms. After the euthanasia outside the clinic, I cried on my own in the rain and for weeks and months, he was deeply missed.

His ashes are in my garden. He came as a skinny mongrel and lived
for 15 years. He slept in my bedroom and was free to wonder the whole house.

10/8/07 4:55 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

In China, they dip live cats into boiling water for food or fur. Frogs are skinned alive for food.
I curse them all for hurting the poor animals.

10/8/07 5:02 PM  
Blogger Dawn said...

huh unfortunately not everyone treats their animals as a member of the family as you do. If they did, we wouldn't have so many problems.

10/8/07 6:24 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

When God created the animals, he was not sorry. The rest is history, all animals saved during the flood.

10/8/07 7:41 PM  
Blogger Dawn said...

A very interesting take on it Anonymous!

10/8/07 8:18 PM  

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