There’s been trouble in the porch again, between Creamy and Gerald.
For the last two days, Creamy seemed to have taken total control of the porch and has been giving poor Gerald a hard time to come back to eat. I actually saw Creamy smacking Gerald on the face when he tried to approach his bowl of food, resulting in Gerald running away.
So it’s been difficult feeding Gerald. He has to wait until Creamy goes away before he dares to come back to eat.
And yesterday, Creamy just refused to budge. He just sat on the bench for hours on end. Gerald came back twice to ask for food and I laid out his bowl, but before Gerald could eat, Creamy smacked him and chased him away.
Later, Gerald was mewing desperately at the back ledge, so I went upstairs, opened the back windows and got him inside the house. I then put him back outside in the porch to feed him, but he was too scared to eat. That was the mistake on my part, perhaps I should have just fed him on the back roof. He associates the porch with Creamy’s aggression.
I waited all day to feed Gerald and by evening, we had no choice but to shoo Creamy away. Husband had to do the shooing, because I’m a totally flop at doing it. Creamy wouldn’t even budge if I tried to chase him off. He’d just stand his ground and stays put.
So, husband shooed him away and I waited for awhile before Gerald finally came back to eat. Even then, Gerald was way too scared to eat. He just stared at the food. Even without Creamy’s physical presence there, his “aura” is felt. So I force-fed Gerald but I know force-feeding doesn’t count, somehow. Gerald would still be hungry. He has to eat on his own.
In the evening, husband saw Creamy at the park and talked to him, explaining that he is welcome to stay in the porch, but he cannot be unkind to Gerald. The two pep talks ended with Creamy going off, probably offended.
Gerald finally came back to eat on his own last night.
At dawn this morning, Creamy was back in the porch again. I fed him breakfast and all was well, and then he went off. Gerald came to eat. All good.
Gerald eating breakfast but he kept looking over his shoulder in case Creamy appears. Poor Gerald.
Gerald accompanied me on my walk. Because of him, I did the small rounds around the park.
For my last round, I went on the big round and spotted Creamy down the road, near Lizzie’s house. I’ve never seen Creamy being so far away before. He was sitting under someone’s car and nearby was one of the two pedigree cats who live nearby. I called Creamy but he wouldn’t come out.
I went back home and Gerald followed me back. But I was worried about Creamy. Why did he go so far and could he be injured in any way? Worried, I put on my walking shoes and went back to where Creamy was, down the road. He was still under that car.
I tried to reach out to grab his legs to pull him out, but he mewed back defiantly and backed away further. After trying from two sides, I finally gave up and went back home. It was obvious that Creamy wanted to stay where he was. And I don’t think Creamy is injured. The pedigree cat was still nearby. Maybe Creamy wants a new place? Or, he is terribly offended at being shooed away yesterday? Ego bruised?
We went out for breakfast and upon returning, I said I wanted to check to see if Creamy was still under that car, so we drove down that road and Creamy wasn’t there anymore.
We drove round the neighbourhood slowly to look for him, but we didn’t spot him anywhere. Well, if he isn’t under the car, it could mean he is not injured and has probably gone “home” to the back road.
We went back and Gerald was under our car in the porch.
I was still a bit worried about Creamy, until…
He appeared on the ledge, mewing, announcing his presence!! Creamy normally does not mew, but I think he did so this time to let me know that’s he’s okay.
He looks absolutely fine and quite majestic too, if I may say so. Yay!
That ends the adventure of the morning!
Normally, during long holidays, Creamy would appear more often in our porch. I think that’s when his family goes off somewhere and he comes to stay in our porch.