I saw this just now.
Hmm....Mr Quack has claimed our house and is preventing other cats from coming in?
No can do. So I brought the water-gun out and sprayed him away.
The moment Rosie and Daffodil saw me at the gate, they came running from the playground as though they were so relieved. Poor things...Mr Quack must have been terrorising them.
Oh no... Water-gun to the rescue!
Daffodil watches from afar.
Quack goes after Daffodil when he could not get Rosie.
Hmm...our whole neighbourhood has complained so many times, but looks like the authorities is slow in cleaning up the mess they left behind. But I digress...
We're watching, we're watching...
At times like these, I'm glad all my cats are confined. A small price to pay for safety from the danger outside. Yes, it can be a jungle out there, folks. Feline terrorism is scary.
I left my gate open so that Daffodil could come in.
We had already taken down the netting on the gate for Daffodil, but doing so has also made our house very accessible to the Quack's tyranny.
Mukda passed by so I told her what had happened to Ginger, how the wound was actually very serious and should any other cat have a similar wound, it should never be left untreated.
I also told Mukda about Quack and she said Quack is a misfit. He snatches food from the rest of the pavilion cats and he urinates on all unfinished food. Oh gosh...he is very territorial.
I hope Daffodil feels confident enough to come into our compound for refuge, but what's there to prevent Quack from coming in, right?
One step at a time, I suppose. We can only do so much.