A few years ago I/we came very close to immigrating to NZ. What stopped us was, naturally, one of our stupid cats because NZ has some bizzarro rules on certain breeds of ‘pedigree’ cat that meant we’d have to leave him behind. Our tabby would’ve just been fine though, which is ironic since the entire reason for the restriction is protecting the local wildlife and she’s racked up quite body count over the years whereas the pedigree is as lazy a playboy you can imagine. While replete with an appetite that almost puts my own to shame, the only way that boy is eating any mouse (protected or otherwise) is if it is served to him on a silver platter. Which mrs. fox, doting upon his every whim, would be all too keen to attend.
Anyway, I have, of course, regretted the decision to stay on this blighted island from time to time, but perhaps no more so in the wake of covid and our government’s utter bungling incompetence at every single turn. While I’m very much aware that no place on this earth is perfect and the events of 2019 certainly showed that NZ shares in some of the disappointing and petty hatred that denigrates us all, your governance is nonetheless one to aspire.
Best of luck, kiwis. I posted in P&R for you. :(