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.