Category Archives: Honarary Clan Members

Tipped Ear kitties who passed through Clan grounds or live at the borders

Area3: Pierre, honorary clan member

Meet Pierre.

He is a community cat whose home range abuts Marty and Henna’s tuft. Like them, he’s been around since before or during SARS.

His home consists of a plaza where members of the public sit and chat. He’s actually a very popular fixture and often sits quietly by chatting couples or groups of friends in the evening. As they chat, people who stroke or pet him, and he enjoys the attention, though he won’t demand it. He’s friendliness and politeness personified. Still we believe that he did not survive this long by being oblivious. He’s hardly ever sighted in the daytime and we notice that once he’s had food, he will hide in the bushes that line the plaza perimeter.

Because of the very high traffic volume of his home, we don’t stick around, to avoid attracting the wrong type of attention to him. So we do not have photos of him, until this encounter when we had a camera good enough to take some viewable pictures.

There used to be another 2 or 3 other cats sharing his home, likely his family as they are tabby white like him. They are all sterilised (but not by us minions). But we’ve not sighted them for a long time. The most recent news we heard from A is that a resident, a very cute and dainty tabby female was found dead nearby, either because of road accident or pesticide.


We don’t feed Pierrie as he’s obviously got his supply line down pat. As it turns out, one of his supplier is A from Area2.

PS: for the curious, he was named Pierre as us minions were going on to names starting with P for the new males appearing in Area 3 at the time. Pierre seemed to suit him as he had an air of an elegant romantic despite being the constant pain in Marty’s side during pasar malams. He has always loved people and was such a gentleman with humans even though he and Marty probably would love to kick the other one 10,000 miles from the area.


Area2: Kitties galore!

After last week‘s sighting of the emaciated but friendly tabby boy and the cursory sighting midweek, we decided to do another walkabout tonight, and try to track him.

Though we didn’t find him, we did come across a super friendly, young female agouti… who is pregnant. As we were walking past the small road to the Area 2 carpark, btmao spotted the by-now familiar kitty silhoulette trotting toward us from another direction. We decided to approach and lo and behold, it was a ravenous and talkative young female! She barely started begging for food, and already btmao was laying some kibble on the pavement. We estimated that she would be barely 10 months old, and to our dread already pregnant. She was extremely clean, which indicated she was a free-ranging pet cat, but typical of such cats, she was also extremely skinny. That she was ravenous was no surprise either.

Between gorging on the kibbles, and trying to get head scritches, she was a very busy little cat. All in all, btmao gave her 5 big handfuls of kibbles… and it was still not enough.

Because the lighting conditions were too much for my handphone I took a vid instead, recording her voice if not images of her. If it could have been uploaded on youtube, you would be able to listen to her – the sound of a severely starved cat vocalising as she frantically eat as much as she can.

That she was also anxious to be friendly and get head scritches despite her extreme hunger, tells us the probability that she is or was a pet cat is at 100%.

She was still trying to beg for food after her fifth serving, but concerned that she might suffer from digestion issues and diarrhea (which is likely after a long starvation period) , we stopped and began leaving. She tried to follow us for a bit, but gave up dejectedly.

Our hands are tied as Foster Mum has her hands full too. But we will make arrangements with her to have this lovely girl sterilised as soon as possible. This is because sterilising pregnant cats has its attendant risks, she may need temporary boarding to recover before being returned to Area 2, and the best place to do that, that we know of, is the cattery.

We want to get her sterilised as soon as possible, as our experience with Booties tells us that she’s not healthy enough to bear her litter to full-term and even if she managed that, her babies are not likely to survive, either from poor health, poor care or poor nutrition. Looking at how emaciated she is, for a pregnant cat, she will not be able to care for her babies nor provide them nutrition. So it is better to stop her pregnancy rather than let it continue to drain her.

After leaving the young female, we searched but did not spot the tabby male we wanted to get.

btmao and I split up to widen the coverage. Soon she called me. She was very agitated. Behind a ground floor flat and therefore in the unlit night, were 3-5 cats, and they seemed to be warming up for a squabble. To make a long story short, the flat has cats running in and out. we make out:

  • 1 very friendly 1-2 year old tabby/white male with a long tail, who resembles Kobe
  • (picture)

  • 1 Calico kitten, 4 months old. Skittish.
  • 1 black/dark tuxedo kitten, 4 months old. Skittish.
  • 1 silver/grey tabby or white kitten , 4 months old. Skittish.


There was also 1 Joe Yeti lookalike, whom we’ve spotted in Joe’s old haunt, and who we call Little Joe. He’s about 2-3 years old, and also we suspect, unsterilised. He was milling around the vicinity and we determined the commotion was due to his presence.

We were already feeling faint – aside from the resident tabby white, all were unapproachable. We thought it was enough for the night. But no. Immediately after we rounded the corner of the flat, we saw a blue-eyed Siamese cross with mittens sitting on a bench, whom we thought at first glance to be the long-missing Sasha. But on second glance, we realised it was also a kitten , 4-6 months old. Again it was skittish and scooted off into the night as soon as it noticed us approaching. We noticed it had a half tail.

Nearby, in the open, and reacting to this kitten’s escape was another smallish cat, a black and white tuxedo quite apart from the brood behind the flat.

We have our work cut out for us.

The Yeti is secured

Remember Joe Yeti, the honorary clannie?

On Saturday, we got to have close encounters of the third kind with him after a long long time. Before this, we’ve sighting him from afar only. btmao had also reported catching glimpses of him rummaging through the garbage collection centre for food.

We fed him and assessd his situation. His collar’s gone, and he was a bit thinner than we remembered. Given his recent history of scavenging the trash, we suspect he’s been dumped – likely his “owners” moved and left him behind.

Given his extremely sweet nature, we felt he could be rehomed and so made arrangements and waited for a vacancy at Foster Mum’s for him. Thankfully, some kitties got adopted over the weekend and so she was able to take him.

We went and searched for him yesterday morning, and found him surprisingly easily this time.

So since yesterday afternoon, he’s been at the cattery, jittery and nervous about the changes and the proximity of so many other cats. But he seemed to be taking it well, aside from the usual hissy fits. He should be getting his first vaccination jab today.

Anyone interested in adopting this lovable giant?

Ryan’s back, sans mojo

It’ a bit after 10.30pm, and we’re back from a little sojourn.

We just released Ryan on his home tuft. None the worse for wear is he, except for shrunken cojones and a tipless left ear.

He made a beeline for home, a bit further out on the horizon. We thought he’d had enough freaking out for any given 24 hours, and decided to give him his breathing space. One alien abduction a lifetime is quite the limit.

So no pictures today to show off his brand new tipped ear. We’ll check back on him and get a mugshot at least.

Area 1 newbies: Lizzy and Ryan

This morning, btmao spotted a classic tabby/white young female and a larger ginger spotted tabby boy who seemed to be tailing her during the area 1 morning feed. That can only spell trouble.

And the two poor things were starved – they were scrounging at the rubbish dump and wolfing down bread!

So we decided to go look for them after work.

The female was found on the 2nd storey of the carpark, appearing at the same time that Ivan responded to btmao on the ground floor. So I was dispatched to retrieve/lure her down while btmao attended to le terrible.

She was loud, and she’s beautiful and scrawny, not to mention grubby.

At this point, she just kept stalling and refused to follow me down the stairs, so I picked up her, and she purred during the entire journey. She was so trusting… only as a pet could be this guileless.

I brought her to where btmao was pssting. Ivan was there and had finished his food at this time (already!). So btmao came over and started serving the ravenous girl. Ivan followed a ways, and stopped.

The ginger boy was nowhere in sight. Given her affectionate and trusting nature, we decided to rehome her (what’s new) if Foster Mum could take her on, but of course she would be sterilised regardless, it’s just a matter of timing. So btmao went home for the carrier while I waited on her gluttony.

Ever the gentleman, Ivan kept his distance, though he did call, probably as he was still a bit hopeful for more food. Regardless of his name, he is a very sweet, considerate alpha.

When bmao returned, it was just about time to get put the girl into carrier. At this time, who should appear but the ginger boy! He came bounding happily across the road, and up the little slope to where we were, but stopped short when he realised Ivan was there. He then sat on the grass directly in front of Ivan, and was about 2-3 metres away only. Of course, they both postured like gentlemen and only did some vocal strutting (though given the sitting stance of the ginger boy it seemed more like he was unsure and was ready to submit to Ivan’s terribleness).

The ruckus was, needless to say, disturbing to a scrawny omega, so the girl was starting to get spooked and was about to slink under a car. I quickly stopped her by scruffing her and btmao swung open the carrier and we slid her in.

One down!

We were wondering if the boy could be persuaded to give up his mojo. But we were not hopeful.

Then btmao made the call to Foster Mum. While she did so, I was checking out the boy. He looked familiar and was probably a semi-pet from one of the known households from across the road letting their cats roam.

I decided to try my luck and approached him. He actually presented his tummy and allowed me to give him headrubs.

btmao had confirmed the girl’s check-in at Foster Mum then. We exchanged looks and whispers. She hurried home for another carrier while I continued to coax the boy.

Ivan remained under the lorry he had retreated to and continued to posture from time to time. The boy though seemed more interested in the headrubs than reciprocating.

I was gingerly providing scritches to him, and hoped my edginess didn’t spook him before Ivan did.

I took the time to check him out. It’s not often that we see cats from across the road in area1. He’s got a road-burnish clot on his right ear. His face, near the left eye were full of little welts too. He looked like he’s been in a scuffle and was recovering. The large male that we had spotted in Area 1 had lodged himself in the area this ginger boy came from. And we’ve stopped the large male from at least one stand-off with resident semi-pet cats. I wager this ginger boy was a victim of his territory staking. This boy was probably getting displaced and trying to establish another territory. But the poor boy would be making a big mistake to think he can outswagger Ivan. Even the large male that defeated him had to concede to Ivan and retreated across the road. (Incidentally, the large male is another one of those devil cats that turns any tnrm programme into hell simply because he’s the belligerent ruckus in the neighbourhood but refuse to be friends and give up his mojo)

It seemed to take forever but finally btmao returned. When she got in range with the open carrier, I took a deep breath, whispered “good boy” to the ginger one and scruffed him.

Next, nothing happened. Surprisingly. I was braced for a struggle or protest, but he did neither. We slid him into the carrier after a bit of work, as this one was smaller and he’s quite a fair bit of heft on him – we estimate him to be more than 1 year old given the size of his head.

As we sorted out the aftermath of the girl’s dinner, btmao asked if I checked the ginger boy’s balls since he’s a pet. If he’s already done, though we highly doubt, we can save him a trip and us some money. I decided to chance it, and opened the carrier, scruffed him, and flipped him belly-up for btmao to check. As before, no resistance. We were re-stunned.

And the crux of the manoeuvre? Yes, the boy has cojones, fully formed round ones.

I slid him back into the carrier the same way. Then we brought them home and isolated them in the room.

Later, our mum went in to check them out too. The fact that she recognised the boy as one of the semi-pets from across the road sealed it. We’re suckers again, for sterilising someone’s pet again. But for the sake of Ivan, we decided we had to. Plus it’ll do this boy’s health some very wholesome goodness too to give up his mojo too. Take it as community service.

Because the girl’s coat pattern resembles Izzy so much, we decided to name her after him: she’s now Lizzy.

As for the ginger boy, he put us in mind of Brian, a classic ginger tabby boy who had also come to area1 from across the road like him. So we decided to name him Ryan. Sadly for Brian, he was abandoned and was not street-savvy at all. He kept vacillating between area1 and Ryan’s neighbourhood, and that was his undoing. He was killed soon after we got him sterilised ni a hit-and-run. We hope Ryan will fare much better, and with his mojo gone, that he will stay put in his neighbourhood. We’ll also try ot get that dratted big-headed tabby that’s been terrorising his neighbourhood.

So that’s today’s buzz. Lizzy for rehoming, and in place of Kenji, we’ve got Ryan… the balance is not that far out of kilter.

(EDIT: Lizzy and Ryan were a personal first for me. It’s always been btmao who does the carrier shoving since she’s the cat-piper. Never have our roles been reversed before)

The Yeti vid’d!

The elusive Joe Yeti finally accepted our offer of a pic/vid upgrade offer!

This morning, our mum told us she spotted Joe Yeti. In case you’re wondering, no we’re not skiving, we’re both sick and on medical leave.

After I took my meds and felt a little better, I set off for yeti country, hoping to finally get some nice Joe photos.

I spy … first look at the yeti boy in daylight.

Another look at this unusual light calico

Then of course I vidded him. He has a gentle soft voice that matched his character

Joe loved attention. Here he went out onto the road because I was standing on the side of it. You can see how calm and happy with company he is

I gave him some headrubs and chin tickles. He liked it a lot

A garbage truck rolled by and spooked him a bit, he scampered away from the road. It was good to see him being a little streetwise.

I stayed with him, and watched to make sure he’s ok. That collar around his neck was definitely added sometime after we first saw him. It’s frayed, but not uncomfortable (I could put three fingers through it easily), and had a better adjustment buckle than Benji’s. He’s definitely a semi-pet cat, allowed to roam according to the whimsy of his “owners”.

Perhaps it served as a talisman against neighbourly wrath, so I left it. Of course we’ll try to keep a look out and remove it if things deteriorate. Our mum will be our eyes. And now I know where he hangs out, it’ll be a lot easier to find him too.

Joe looks a lot more grubby now, compared to his clean beautiful look when we first sighted him in March.

It’s somewhat expected of a semi-pet cat. But I am a bit worried that he’s been abandoned, because after some adjustment time, usually semi-pets do get the hang of hygiene on the roam. It’s the home-cats unused to a life outside or unsterilised homeless ones who continue to remain grubby. It’s been 6 months since we first sighted him.

I’m mighty tempted to find him a responsible home. With a personality like his, trusting and affectionate, he deserves better. And he would make a perfect home-cat, especially for a HDB flat, given how soft his voice is. But let’s not jump the gun, we’ll try to take it one sighting at a time.

I said farewell to him after a bit. It was a lingering one cos he kept following and asking for more attention. Quite a challenge to try taking his pictures, he’s so friendly, he just keep coming up to the camera.

Joe is as Yeti does

Is the boy prescient or what?

Since I announced my plan to stake him out last week, no one has seen hide nor tail of him… I think we named him too well, he's gone and executed another Yeti on us!