Since Ambrose' (our new kitten) arrival, Ginger hasn't accepted him. On the other hand, Shadow has taken the little guy under his wing, uh, flank. While Shadow and Ginger are firm friends, I've kept the oldest (known as De Boss) and the youngest apart at all times.
Yesterday I decided to put Shadow in one part of the house, and brought Ginger into the passage (a neutral territory) with Ambrose. They sat at each end of my long passage until I picked Ginger up and carried him closer to Ambrose. Ginger began to wash his face, look everywhere except at the baby, while Ambrose crept slowly towards Ginger - and passed him.
While we were busy with [these] serious diplomatic issues, Shadow made his presence known by crying outside the interleading door. I decided to open the door and allow him into the mix. Ginger ran to Shadow, who shadow-boxed him (lol!) and the two of them sped to the kitchen in the hope of a treat from me. Ambrose followed in hot pursuit. A successful mission, even if I may say so myself!
Last week, we let Ambrose and Ginger meet face to face through the mosquito gauze at the front door
Ginger looks in on Ambrose
Since being brought to me as a starving, tick-ridden kitten, about six weeks ago, Ambrose has not been outdoors again. My reason for keeping him inside was that I didn't want Ginger to attack him in the garden and chase him up a tree or into the bush beyond our grounds.
Yesterday that all changed. I took Ambrose outside where Ginger and Shadow were socializing in the rose garden. Shadow continued to stalk insects and other interesting creepy-crawlies while Ginger moved to see what Ambrose was doing at one of his favourite spots under the creeper.
Ginger ambles across to see what Ambrose is up to
Not to be outdone, Shadow raced to the concrete strip surrounding our house to show Ambrose one of his favourite activities while out in the garden - rolling around on the ground.
See Ambrose, this is how you do the roll-around
A quick learner, is young Ambrose!