After Six Years of Hunting a Mysterious Ceiling Creature, Singapore Man Discovers a Surprising Civet Cat

After Six Years of Hunting a Mysterious Ceiling Creature, Singapore Man Discovers a Surprising Civet Cat

Finally, The Ceiling‑Crushing Culprit Holds Its Hand

For six long years, Collin Chew had been fighting a silent, sneaky enemy that could turn a quiet rooftop into a drum‑roll of doom. That was until he finally cased the party with the National Parks Board (NParks) on a breezy Saturday – August 13!

What Happened?

In the TikTok clip, Collin, a lanky lad from a landed house (exact address, we’ll keep it for the drama), narrates his concern: “I was wondering why my ceiling had this loud thud and was slightly damaged.” He posted split shots of the chipped ceiling and a dramatic loop of a NParks contractor lugging the culprit in a plastic bag.

The Real Star of the Show

A tiny, fur‑covered diva – a civet cat – was the unsuspected culprit. Collin tagged the feline’s hashtag #civetcats and gave it a gentle jug with: “Looks cute? Not when it shIts and damages your property. They’re just like our otters.” This man’s word of warning is as clear as the crack of the ceiling.

Why The Six‑Year Saga?

  • Moved the cat from your living room to the attic.
  • Shuffled into a leaky roof during those summer monsoons.
  • Misidentified as a harmless night‑time critic of house décor.

By the time the contractor showed the footage, the video had hit over 28,400 views. Vague questions fluttered across comments begging: “Why did you only find it after six years?” – Answer? Rent a big‑eye binocular!

Final Word

Collin’s triumphant shout rang out, “Finally we caught the culprit!” And with a heartfelt thank you to NParks and the professional team, he’s officially delivered a warning: “Never underestimate the pop‑off potential of a civet cat.” The future, dear readers, must apply extra caution to the ceiling’s dance floor.

Chew’s Coffee Conundrum: A Civet Roomie?

One quirky group of friends poked fun at Chew, suggesting he could spice up his kitchen by inviting a civet into the house. The idea? To get his hands on some kopi luwak—the legendary coffee born from the civet’s digestive adventure.

What Exactly Is Kopi Luwak?

  • It starts with fresh coffee cherries, but the twist is the cherries are first eaten by a civet.
  • During digestion, the cherries are partially broken down—think “coffee-as-a-digestion‑daft” style.
  • What leaves the civet turns out to be a super​-rare brew when roasted.

So, a simple joke brings to life the exotic (and slightly… unconventional) process behind kopi luwak. It’s a coffee that’s as unique as the creature that’s helped create it!

When Civets Decide Your Roof Is Their New Home

Ever had those midnight “papoose pause” moments when you hear tiny paws tapping on your rooftop? That’s probably your neighbors’ civets—small, nocturnal, and as mischievous as they are curious.

First off, let’s clear up a common mix‑up: civets aren’t cats. They’re more like mongooses—the bushy‑tailed critters that break bread more often than you break into your kitchen at 3 a.m.

Where Do They Live?

  • Forests and mangroves—nature’s original nightlife hubs.
  • Urban parks—because if you can’t nap in the sun, you can at least nap in the shade.
  • Shrubs and buildings—civets love the high‑rise roosts, especially if the roof’s a comfy nest site.

How to Keep Them Away (without becoming a circus act)

  1. Seal the rooftop: Close those open entrances. Think of it as closing the door to the “Mr. Big Cheese” vibe.
  2. Brighten the roof: Shining a spotlight (or a funky LED dome) on your roof tells civets, “Hey, it’s not a chill zone anymore—move!”
  3. Clean kitchen vibe: Don’t leave food out. If you close windows where food is visible, even the most inquisitive civet will conduct a quick scan and decide it’s not worth the trouble.
  4. Emergency contact: Call NParks Animal Response Centre at 1800‑476‑1600 if your civet scenario turns into a “trapped in the house” or “injured” emergency.

That’s the skinny on keeping your home civet‑free. Sweet dreams—no furry midnight reporters!