An ode to our beloved Laura — the cat lady, caregiver, and quiet heart of our home.
There are people who pass through our lives like a summer breeze — gentle, refreshing, and gone before we realize their importance. And then there are people like Laura, who stay long enough to become family.
Laura came into our lives in 2007, when Dubai was a different world — quieter, more hopeful, and still growing into the city it is today. She was a domestic worker, yes, but to us she became so much more: a companion, a caregiver, a silent pillar of strength.
For years, Laura cared for our home, our parents, and our children with patience that seemed infinite. She looked after my mother’s fiery temper, my father’s demanding habits, and later, my young daughter — who was barely a year old when Laura first arrived. Over time, “Ate Laura,” as everyone lovingly called her, became the calm heartbeat of our home.
When we moved to Canada in 2014, she stayed back briefly in Dubai but couldn’t settle elsewhere. “I can’t work with any other family,” she said softly, “because I already have one.” She eventually returned to the Philippines — but when we came back to Dubai in 2019, we asked her if she’d like to come home again. She didn’t even hesitate.
And home she came.
The Cat Lady of the Community 
If there was one thing Laura loved as much as people, it was cats. Our neighborhood knew her as “the cat lady” — the one who fed strays, rescued kittens, and turned our front porch into a feline cafeteria.
She adopted her own cat, Athena, while helping us adopt Moku, our now-famous rescue cat and the furry face behind MotoMoku. Moku stayed indoors (thanks to our daughter’s mild cat allergies), but Athena had her own little kingdom in Laura’s room. Outside, a dozen stray cats waited for her daily meals, each one fed with care and affection that never wavered.
Laura didn’t just take care of cats; she understood them. Moku adored her. And maybe, deep down, Laura saw in them a reflection of herself — creatures of service and love, often unnoticed, but deeply loyal.
The Goodbye We Knew Was Coming
In 2024, Laura fell seriously ill. We took care of her during her surgery and recovery, but it was clear she was getting tired. Like us, she had grown older.
By September 2025, with our daughter leaving for Canada and the house growing quieter, we sat down with her and asked what she wanted to do next. She smiled — the same calm smile that had anchored our home for nearly two decades — and said she wanted to go back to the Philippines, to her town of Zamboanga.
So she left.
But she didn’t go alone.
Moku went with her.
So did Athena.
And two more strays she had rescued from our community.
We arranged for their travel, and when she left, our home felt both empty and full — empty because she wasn’t there anymore, full because she had taken a piece of our hearts with her.
A Reflection on Domestic Workers in the UAE
Laura’s story is rare — not because she worked for one family for so long, but because she was treated as a human being and loved as family.
The UAE, for all its modernity and prosperity, still faces hard truths when it comes to domestic work. Many helpers endure long hours, withheld salaries, restricted movement, and little dignity — problems that stem not from laws alone, but from lack of empathy.
Domestic workers clean our homes, raise our children, and care for our elderly. Yet their names are often forgotten, their birthdays overlooked, and their stories untold. They deserve better — not as a privilege, but as a right.
We owe them humanity, respect, and fair treatment — the same values we wish for our own families abroad.
The Spirit of Moku Lives On
Today, MotoMoku remains what it has always been — a blend of love, laughter, and life lessons.
Even though Moku now lives happily with Laura in Zamboanga, her spirit stays with us — in every video, every story, every memory of joy and mischief.
This blog is a small way of saying thank you — to Ate Laura, for being the soul of our home, and to Moku, for reminding us that love, once given, never leaves.
Closing Reflection
Homes aren’t built by walls or wealth. They’re built by the quiet strength of people like Laura — and the gentle presence of creatures like Moku — who teach us compassion without ever asking for it.
Here’s to Ate Laura, the cat lady of Dubai, now the cat queen of Zamboanga.
May her kindness live on, and may we all learn to treat those who serve us — human or animal — with the same grace she showed every day.
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