Some cats fought on the corridor this morning. I had night training last night, and was too tired to get up and see. One of them sounds like Mera.

This morning, when I opened the door, Kiki popped up, with a big gash across his left eye. And a hole on his left shoulder. Sigh.

Spencer has not been very friendly with him. Basically she waits until he finishes his food then she whacks him until he leaves. He would be back again after 10 minutes, then she repeats the whole process.

Before I slept last night, I saw Mera sitting downstairs at the garden.