Yesterday afternoon was totally chaotic!
While everywhere else was peaceful…
Tabs was on her favourite chair doing nanny duty.
Cleo was back on her bed and not attempting to snatch anyone’s place.
Cow Mau was at his favourite pillow at the apartments.
Bunny was back on his favourite chair!
Indy’s new place is the Blue House!
We brought the Blue House in to Bunny’s Place because Ginger was using it as a step to get to the kitchen window to scratch at the new fiberglass mozzie netting.
It’s at the far end of Bunny’s Garden and only Indy has claimed it so far.
But wait…WHY is Ginger is his cage at the patio??
I’ll tell you why.
All morning while hubby was around, Ginger was on his best-ever behaviour. But occasionally on the day before, he had attempted to dig at the polycarb piece that is covering the patio grille (to prevent him from scratching and tearing the fiberglass netting). When he does this, it makes a very loud twanging sound and it makes Jayden jump. So hubby secured the polycarb piece tighter to the grille and while he was busy doing this, Ginger was just watching him. Watching…and probably strategising (“Just you wait…after you go to work….hehe.”).
So we thought that would have solved the problem, but it did not.
After hubby went to work, Ginger started his drama. He was still able to dig at the piece even though he could only get hold of a tiny bit of it and he started making that loud sound continuously.
Poor Jayden was trying to have his nap but the loud sound kept waking him up.
No amount of reprimanding was able to stop Ginger from his drama, so I had no choice but to cage him. However, even in the cage, he was able to continue with his drama. He scratched loudly on the cardboard, he made the same twanging sound with the vertical bars of the cage. He even stretched out his paw and made the twanging sound with the other piece of polycarb that was behind his cage. So I pulled his cage further out. The fan was already on for him and he had his water bowl which he overturned. Then he started hyperventilating and later I found he had pooped in his favourite orange basket. Sigh.
Finally I resorted to bribing him with food and I let him out.
Of course everyone else also wanted the “bribe”.
It was rehydrated Primal Turkey which they hadn’t even for a long time.
Finally…
…the drama ended and Ginger decided to give me some peace, or so I thought.
After waking up from his power nap, Ginger started twanging on the polycarb again and this time, I had to let him into the house and monitor him closely.
He went to start a psychological fight with Indy at the grille. It’s all about irritating Indy until the latter cannot stand it and starts yowling.
In fact, now that he is supposed to be confined in the patio most of the time and cannot engage in noisy or psychological warfare with Indy, Ginger still does it at the Stargate (which is at the patio, between the patio and Bunny’s Garden).
We always think Ginger is mild and a little confused because of his face! But make no mistake, he definitely has Daffodil’s genes!! Daffodil was incredibly smart and street-wise.
Hubby thinks Ginger was just bullying me. I think so too, all our cats bully me. Well, all except Tabs.