So 2 years ago I was in the process of moving & had heard this wailing. I’d been out to investigate many times, but to no avail. I’d left out food, nothing… the wailing continued.
We moved to our new house (just a few roads down) go out for pizza & have to be dropped off at the end of the road as when it gets dark they close off some of the roads with bollards.. (probably because of all of the non existent crime) We are just walking the few steps to our house & we hear the wailing again. So we sit down patiently & this little bat eared monster comes wobbling out of the bushes. Starving & terrified. So this is where the Phú Mỹ Hưng cat collective (ie. our house) began, with our first child. Phú..