Category Archives: Cara

Suspected semi-pet cat, white with calico/tortie patches.

Stanley got away again

Last night, as usual, we went to serve dinner to Ivan and Carlie, and to see if we can spot Cara, who has not been seen for the past 6 to 8 weeks.



I had to clean up at home, and so btmao set off first. After serving Ivan on the ground floor, she went up to the second level to get Carlie.

I had just reached the carpark at the same time, when she called me. Stanley was with Carlie, and seemed to trust her intentions – allowing her to get very near.

After the last botched attempt to get him, this was the closest we’ve got to him. Quickly, she called Foster Mum to check if a sterilisation slot was available. Once that was confirmed, I ran home for the carrier.

When I returned, Stanley already had a near scuffle with Ivan on the ground floor, and btmao had lured him further away and was enticing him with food.

However, he started trotted away as soon as he saw the carrier. We followed him for a while but he was obviously having nothing to do with us anymore. So once again, he escaped intact.


We returned to the carpark to serve Carlie dinner, and to sprinkle mothballs around the very open and accessible area on the second floor where cat poo has been on display for the past days. (We removed it each time, but there’s always a fresh pile greeting us.)

We had been puzzled by the reappearance of the poo piles since Carlie has been in the clear. Also, she is too timid to be marking territory or challenging Ivan’s alpha status so brazenly. Plus if it was her, why was it on the second floor and not on Ivan’s home tuft on the ground floor? We then thought it might be Ivan intimidating Carlie. But then, the oaf always had a soft spot for girls and he has never shown signs of aggression or hostility towards her.

With Stanley’s appearance on the second floor, we feel the light has turned on at last. That is, the poo piles are more likely to be macho posturing between these two.

After feeding Carlie, we went to serve Cara dinner. We were relieved to see her well, as she’s not been sighted for the past weeks.


Juding from the place she appeared at, btmao feels that it may just be a scheduling problem that our sightings of her has been sporadic and few. We’re going to make another adjustment in the Area1 kitchen service schedule, and hopefully include Cara. We also hope to be able to befriend Stanley enough to finally rid him of his mojo.


Area1 cats, Sun, 23 Dec 07

Our new night feeding program for the area 1 cats, specifically Carlie, is working out well.

She is learning to trust us enough that she will follow us from the second story down to the ground floor with little cajoling and bribing. Her record for getting down to the ground floor, from the second floor doorway, is 5 minutes.

Ivan has joined Carlie by default, as he would respond and call for us whenever he hears us calling Carlie.

We feed him first before going to get Carlie, as it is the best way to distract him and keep him and Carlie from any unplanned encounters. Last night was the smoothest feeding operation yet. Ivan came flying out, straight at btmao as soon as he heard her.

While I watched over him, she went to get Carlie, who eats in a more secluded spot.

After he finished his dinner, I cleaned up, and went to rejoin btmao. But I had to make a big detour as he spotted me and tried to follow. I had just gone out of the carpark on one side of the secluded Carlie spot, when came the big surprise… a large silver tom was going into the carpark on the other side!

It was, without a doubt, Stanley, whose faceoff with Ivan that fateful Friday, despatched all our efforts to habituate Carlie to eating on the ground floor back to Square 1.

Luckily, Ivan had followed me and was on my side of the carpark or else the War of the Toms version n would have taken place there and then.

Perhaps Stanley still recalled my botched attempt at shoving him into a carrier. Though hungry, and enticed by the remnants of Carlie’s meal (which btmao offered in friendship), he made the decision to retreat further into the carpark rather than accept the peace offering.


The direction that he appeared from, was a totally unexpected one. His range is definitely wider than we had thought. He must be quite an established tom to swagger over such a large at will. For the sake of every cat in the area, we really do need to get him robbed as soon as possible. The headache is how… we do not relish the thought of repeating the LONG LONG process that Ivan put us through. But well, if it has to be that way, that’s how we’ll have to do it.

We have of course, not forgotten the other members of the clan.

Cara, who also appeared for the second and third night feeding, has not attended since. Looks like there’s more schedule adjustments to be done.


As for new cat Chloe, we’ve not sighted her regularly enough to be able to befriend her and recruit her to the feeding programme.

We may try tonight, or tomorrow, to see about getting a signal fix on her, weather permitting. Her situation is getting more worrisome by the day, especially with Stanley marauding the area.

Area1 Cats, Sat, 15 Dec 07

After missing breakfast for 2 days, Ivan finally got his time with btmao yesterday.

Bliss! Ivan after breakfast served with the loving tlc of btmao.

While btmao fed Ivan, I went to check on Carlie and Cara.

Carlie’s still good – both the 2nd and 3rd floor were clean.

Cara was also in the same place. But there was no food remnant, indicating her feeder doesn’t “work” the weekends.

Cara was also fed by btmao and after her meal, she happily tailed us for a while.


That night, btmao also had an easy time with her first dinner service for Carlie.

Cara: carpark cat

This morning, I was going to check on Carlie’s location and also see if there’s any more poo pile, but got sidetracked by Cara.

I spy… Cara was on the carpark’s 3rd floor, facing the door. She was in the same location where she called me yesterday.

I had planned to check on Carlie first, but Cara displayed that uncanny knack of hers for recognition and came tearing down the stairs. So I led her to her usual feeding spot and served her first.

She did look a bit worse for wear today. Her haunches were more distinct.

While she was eating, a man with rustling plastic bags, passing by on the other side, caught her attention.

She abandoned the food and seemed intent on ascertaining the identity of the man and watched and listened for him intently. As soon as he was out of range, she seem to lose interest.

I thought she’d go back and finish up but no. So I cleared up and was going back to the carpark lift lobby, where there’s a rubbish bin, to dispose of the remnants when I saw her following me.

There was a sudden increase in human traffic, and she seemed a bit stressed by it, I so I tried to lure her back across the road to her feeding spot where she can perch on high and perhaps feel safer.

But she refused to follow me and was going into the carpark when she tensed up suddenly, and scooted to the side, wary and trying to hide at the same time.

I heard it then, footsteps and plastic bags rustling. I knew I was going to meet someone she did not care for.

A man emerged, and he sort of communicated with Cara before crossing the road. She remained extremely wary, and I was about to turn away when he hailed me. It was the same Chinese uncle who thought we abandoning a cat when we were trying to get Stanley that day.

He smiled and told me that Cara is very fierce and that she “咬人” (bite people). Since he could mean she was aggressive to cats, rather than people. I tried to confirm his meaning. I said she doesn’t seem so to me, very friendly in fact. And he said that’s because she knows me. Then he said the cat I was trying to catch that day was on the 2nd floor. My heart sank. He asked me if he cat I was trying to get was “花花的” (patterned)… so it was Carlie he meant. I said that i was trying to get an unsterilised cat but that one’s another cat and doesn’t need to be caught as she’s already sterilised. Then I told him about the tipped ear and pointed to Cara, who was still nearby, for an example. He was happy to know that. Then he said Cara doesn’t like him because he will “disturb her”. He said this is because she destroys his the seat of his motorcycle, so he scares her away. Since I emphathised with him, I agreed with him that he needed to keep her away from his bike. Then I asked if he has seen other people feeding cats. He said yes, there are poeple feeding, and most often he sees one Malay girl. Every feeder just leaves food on the floor and goes away. I told him that when we feed, we put the food on paper and then clear it away, otherwise there will be hygiene problems and people will be unhappy. I also ask him to tell the feeders he encounter to be responsible. He said ok and then we parted ways.

Without having to sleuth around, I got 3 answers from my encounter with the uncle: 1, Cara is afraid of men with rustling plastic bags for good reason; 2, our worries for her safety may be unfounded as she seemed able to differentiate between friend and foe and has no qualms protecting herself (though her prior injuries seem to suggest otherwise); 3, there’s still ghost feeders haunting the area, its just that we’ve not encountered them ourselves.

Cara was still there, shadowing me. So when she got distracted for a moment, I made a quick detour, and started my sweep of the carpark topdown for signs of poo piles.

On the 4th floor, I took this shot.
A partial view of the stone tables where Cara used to lounge.

Speak of the devil. On the 3rd floor, where Cara was sitting when I spotted her earlier were signs of a recent ghost feeder manifestation.

I went out the door there to check on the poo piles and to see if Carlie was there.

Then I went back to clean up the kibbles. Cara was back, watching as I cleaned the mess up and went through the door to dispose of it in the bin. Then she followed me to the 2nd floor.

With her so close, I did not want to risk her scooting through the door with me out to the 2nd floor, especially if Carlie was indeed there.

So I went all the way down to shake her off before getting back up to the second level by the other way.

Under a car right by the doorway where Cara would be waiting on the other side, I saw Carlie. I thank prudence for the decision to shake Cara off before checking out the 2nd floor, and for the presence of doors there. Then I exited by that doorway, and sure enough Cara was perched there. But she was nonchalant and did not follow me. She probably had enough of me. The feeling was mutual.

Relief! Cara’s around

We had thought Cara’s gone off someplace, having missed her at breakfast service for the past weeks. She usually hung out at the stone tables at the void deck next to the carpark.

But while I was clearing Carlie‘s meal, she appeared suddenly, right on the 3rd floor of the carpark, and called to me.

The precarious perch where she called to me.

I quickly went through the closed doorway linked to her perch – a spiral stairways on the opposite end from the Carlie doorway.

Immediately, she circled and rubbed against me, very enthusiastically.

She followed me downstairs to her usual feeding spot without hesitation, and in fact led me there. (I WISH Carlie would at least trust us that much.)

Looking none the worse for the missed breakfasts


Cara: Haha! I am sated at last!

Why did Cara suddenly abandon her favourite place to lounge and wait for breakfast? We can only ascribe Cara’s absence to intolerant people who might have scared her off her usual perches at the tables. So much so that she took to hiding in the carpark. The poor girl, this is not the first time she’s been bullied.

Anyone willing to give this lovely cat a home?
We’d be happy to arrange for vaccination and to assist with acclimatising her to a home environment.

Diurnal Starlight

This morning, I was again btmao’s proxy feeder to the area 1 cats.

While Ivan ate, I could not resist resuming attempts at starlight imitation. (I’m a bit of a lapsed astronomy geek.)

I wanted to say Eta Carina for this, but since I can’t find the photo I remember of the star itself, I’ll call this Sirius instead. Starlight burns fuel and Sirius is one of the brightest. Don’t think there’s any named for cats…

Pleiades. Lovely cluster of bright bright stars.

Supernova. No explanation needed I trust?

While I tried to catch the wind’s mood swings through the leaves, Ivan was busy lapping up brekkie.

Alas, no usual after-food zen as he was spooked by a bus (which usually doesn’t even bother him) and ran off. Luckily, he was almost done. I didn’t even get a photo.

Cara was nowhere to be found. I wonder what’s her preoccupation on these days? Shift work?

Cara, Ivan, and A Great Kid

This morning, I served breakfast to Ivan and Cara in btmao’s stead again.

I thought Ivan wasn’t in, but he popped up behind me. He made quick work of the food and preceeded to wash.

This is him at the tail-end of his stretch. Someday I will catch him in F-U-L-L stretch!

After him, I went to look for Cara who’s not been seen for a few days. I needn’t have worried, she saw me and came trotting up.

While she ate, an Indian toddler observed her. I smiled at her and told her “just see, don’t touch, ok?” She nodded and did not approach. The toddler was in uniform and her mum was nearby. What’s interesting was that this toddler was very calm and did not make loud noises or run at Cara. She kept telling her mum to come see the cat. This toddler was even more calm than the Chinese boy I encountered previously.

Cara had a peaceful meal with the toddler standing about 1.5 m away, smiling and turning to her mum with “Cat, come see” in turn. The toddler’s playgroup transport arrived after a while and she left with much reluctance. She even called out softly to Cara: “Bye bye, cat.”

I chatted with the mother, N, for a bit, telling her about Cara’s fear of loud noisy children and the fact that she’s sterilised. N said they just arrived from India 6 months ago. They had dogs at home in India, and her child grew up with them. But the paperwork to get the dogs into Singapore was too much to handle. So they left the dogs with relatives. Her child misses the dogs and is especially fond of both dogs and cats. I remarked that her child was amazingly well-behaved, and N said that’s because she learnt from young, and growing up with the dogs was part of her life. We exchanged phone numbers. N left after that.

Cara finished her meal and stopped to pose for a bit. She tended to stick out her tongue as she got lost in her thoughts.