Feeding Willy-O

�Breakfast was as usual at the patio this morning.

Then, I saw a smallish ginger cat peeping from the wall. He had come all the way into the porch and was barely 4 metres away from the breakfast spot at the patio.

Poor Ginger…he must be hungry and lonely.

I did see him sitting under a car parked by the roadside near to our house last night when it was drizzling. I think the people in his house have gone away and he is alone again.

�So I put a bowl of food for him near the bench. Of course he first ran off, but came back quickly to eat.

The poor boy must be hungry.

I quickly came back to ensure all 6 patio-people are still eating…so that Willy can eat in peace.

�Yes, eat Willy, eat. There’s more if you want.

�Oh oh…the patio-people are finishing their food and Daffodil and Rosie are coming out to see what is going on at the bench.

Sensing danger, Ginger ran and hid under my car.

I quickly moved the bowl to a further spot behind my car.

Ginger continued eating.

�I kept Rosie busy on the bench. She has a tendency to bully.

I couldn’t stop Daffodil. She is far too elusive.

�Oh no, Ginger is here too.

�Daffodil probably told Ginger not to interfere and Ginger, being good, listened.

So, both mother and son stalk the other ginger cat from afar.

�A quick check on the patio. Oh good, Mr G and Vincent are still eating.

Er…where is Timmy?

�Oh, here he is, minding his own business…well, yes, literally minding his “business”, actually.

�Ginger finished all his food, so I walked over and replenished his bowl.

�Oh no, Timmy saw the food and came over quickly.

Timmy! I gave you a double portion just now. Haven’t you had enough??

Obviously not, I guess.

�I think it’s too late to prevent a possible confrontation. Everyone is out here.

Yes, including Vincent Starr.

But Mr G is still at the patio, polishing up all the bowls.

I quickly come back to the patio and thankfully, everyone followed me back. I think it’s because they heard the clanging of the bowls as I was washing them in the sink. They think there is more food. But really, just how much can these patio-people eat?? They all seem to have bottomless stomachs, including pint-size Daffodil. She alone can eat more than Bunny can.

Vincent Valentino Starr is not fooled into coming back. He (thinks he) has a bigger mission.

�To stalk poor Willy.

�Daffodil gets to the food.

�I managed to restrain Timmy.

Elsewhere, inside the house, Ginger and Rosie play. Or, were they fighting?

�I think this time the play got too rowdy and it turned aggressive. �I had to chase Ginger away and poor Rosie was hiding here.

So you’re a bully too, eh?

I guess the more confident they become, that bully instinct will set in.

�And while this was going on, Mr G was watching from the patio, wondering why on earth people have to fight…

And to think that Mr G had “found’ this home-away-from-home because there were too many cats in his house, now it’s the same over here as well.

Sigh…never mind. They will learn soon, if not now.�

Why fight when you can have peace, enough food and water and a nice shelter to stay in?
What more can a cat possibly want?�

Tsk, tsk, tsk…

Source: http://myanimalcare.org/2013/04/22/feeding-willy-o/

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