My first week sleeping in my new apartment was anything but
restful. While I did manage to sleep
peacefully for the first night, the remainder of the week was filled with what
seemed to be the soundtrack to a horror movie.
I should start off by stating that I am a deep sleeper. I’m the kind of person that conks out and
stays like that until morning. I can be
poked, prodded, and moved from location to another and I will rarely wake
up. My old roommate used to come home
from school and blare the music and sing to her heart’s content and when I would come out of my room hours
later she would be shocked that I had slept through our household recital. And so, spending almost an entire week
enduring auditory torture was a new experience for me.
I awoke to sounds of barking, whimpering, squealing, and
howls that brought about visions of a dog being brutally beaten. I tried to pull the covers over my head and
fall back to sleep but it was so loud that, even after closing the window, I
couldn’t fall asleep. I had difficulty
figuring out where exactly the sounds were coming from and I, being a dog
lover, considered the possibility of trying to go out and rescue this poor
animal from whatever pain was being inflicted upon it. Then I decided that it was probably a foolish
move on my part to try to be the foreign rescuer and that I would just ask my
coworkers about it the next day. The
sounds finally subsided after a couple of hours and I managed to get a few
hours of shut-eye.
The next night brought about even more disturbing sounds
that have I’ve only heard one other time in my life. I had been staying with a friend up in
Edmonton and we were housesitting out in the country. We were taking care of two dogs, a flock of
cockatoos, and an outdoor farm cat. We
hadn’t seen the cat at all during our brief stay there and we had started to
get worried. We were almost asleep one
night when we heard squealing and hissing from outside. It sounded like the cat was in battle with a
coyote and was on the losing end.
Thankfully, we found the cat the next morning and it was safe but that
noise was like nothing I’ve heard before…until Korea.
For two nights, I tossed and turned being
woken up constantly by shrieks and wails of cats until I was finally convinced
that the horror stories must be true. Before I came to Korea, I read a few stories about rogue individuals that do this withI read a few stories about rogue individuals that do this with stray animals. So that's what I thought was happening. Someone was taking these animals and beating them until they were tender
enough to kill and eat in dog/cat soup (yes, they do eat that here in some
places). I know it seems dramatic but at
the time I was so horrified by the thought of inhumane animal butchering that I
couldn’t take it any longer. So at
2:30am, I threw on a jacket, grabbed a flashlight and my phone, and headed out
to investigate. In hindsight, this was
not a smart move nor is it recommended (mom, don’t tell dad). So I wandered the neighbourhood following the
sounds of a dying cat until I came to an empty dirt space behind a building
that was close by. So I creeped up
closer and peered over the fence. That’s
when I saw them. The mini gathering of
tom cats. The rest of them watched from
their perches on the fence post while two others circled an abandoned
truck. They were not a happy bunch of
kitty cats. Think of a tamer version of
demonic cats. Anyways, so I broke up the
fight, shooed them away, and went home ready for a good night’s sleep. Now when I hear the cats and dogs in the nieghbourhood,
I can put my ear plugs in and be
guilt-free all night long. Now that I've been here for awhile I've also realized that the whining dog is somebody's pet that doesn't like to be left outside at nighttime and is left to "self-soothe." A very anti-climatic ending but in this case, I was glad that it turned out to be so.
Well those were the first few nights of my time in Korea but stick around for my next post, Banshees in the Neighbourhood…
Oh Mackenzie! I love your blog because when I read it its like I'm right there with you, and I miss you a bit less. ONLY you would describe cats in a back alley as "the mini gathering of tom cats". Its so cute! I love it. Looking forward to hearing about the banshees...
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