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| A snapchat I sent while in Phuket - the music truck helps too |
Well, think again. Imagine this dream scenario, but with some extra things: forty degree heat, tourist traps and scam artists, garbage floating in the ocean, cockroaches, pop music, huge rats, piles of garbage, endless harassment as soon as you step onto the streets or beaches, pollution, and almost as many stray cats as people (and there are crowds of people). The sweat drips down your face as street merchants chase you down yelling "elephant show!!!". You run to the beach, hoping to escape this offer of animal exploitation, only to be mobbed by men trying to sell you more things ("boat ride? Snorkel?"). The ocean must be safe from these people, you think, but you don't want to step in it because garbage is washing up with each beat of the waves against the sandy shore.
In short, I really, really, really don't want to move to Phuket. However, if I were forced to live there, I know what I would do:
1. Get a veterinary degree (this is a prerequisite).
2. Build a cat sanctuary, hopefully far away from every other person in Phuket and with some kickass air conditioning, not to mention some mega pest control.
3. Get all of those poor cats off the street.
4. Give those cats a good home and good healthcare, which hopefully includes some mega reproduction management. I love cats, but there shouldn't be so many homeless ones. It breaks my heart. I mean, look at this little guy:
I wanted to take him home with me, not leave him alone to survive on cockroaches!
5. Set up a veterinary practice in my home as well, so that I would actually have the money to fund this mission.
Well, I don't think this will happen anytime soon to be honest. As I said, living in Phuket would probably be my nightmare. Still, here's hoping all of those cats get homes. It's almost enough to convince me to do this. Almost.
-Laura
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