I went Creamy-tracking this morning.
About two hours after he finished the bowl of kibble, I spotted Creamy at the playground, so I went to look for him with a bowl of canned food. My aim now is to feed him more so that he would put on some weight.
There he is, at the playground.
Creamy will not allow me to approach him. Guess I’ve lost his trust since I “tricked” him the other day with food and caught him, then sent him to the clinic for neutering, which must have been such a traumatic experience for him. I will have to slowly regain back his trust.
But I know Creamy has a fantastic appetite. Even the vet said so, they finished however much food the vet left for them. “These two can really eat!”, she told me.
I managed to peep at his surgical site, it looks good.
I am three pillars away.
Slowly does it…I’m to pillars away now.
Finally, one pillar away. Creamy was still eating. Great!
Then, some other people came to the playground and Creamy fled. Where did he go? Oh, he went back to our house and from there, he went up the garbage compartment and to the neighbour’s roof.
He loves to sit on the ledge and observe our Super Seniors. That’s Rey on the shelf.
If only we could let our Monsters out, I’ll bet they will defend this street and no other cat will dare to come in. But this would require some tolerance from the neighbours. Also, if they start fighting with other cats, I’ll have to spend more on vet fees! When Cow and Bunny were the CNRM-defenders of our street in our old neighbourhood, I had to make many trips to the vet’s for their injuries and fight wounds. Pole wasn’t a fighter, she just made friends with a huge dog in one of the neighbour’s houses. And Indy went atop a car at another neighbour’s house while Tiger went to lepak at another cat-house (my neighbour-friend who had many cats). My old neighbourhood had more tolerant residents.
It is safer for Creamy to stay here than at the playground.