Bad Kiki attacked Calico this morning.

I heard the snarlings and screamings, so I ran down with a spray bottle.

Calico saw me and ran towards me, while Kiki was still posing with fluffy coat and tail.

I think the bird watchers were expecting me to appear once the fighting started.

They know I feed the gang.

I scolded Kiki and told him to go home immediately.

He appeared just before 9.55 am, before I left for work.

I think he does have a clock in his empty head, or maybe it is in his stomach.

If he comes in any later, he will be locked out and there is no food water shelter and company outside.