Ambrose and Shadow

Even though Ambrose was brought to me (you can read about this here, if you wish) as a bedraggled, tick-infested and petrified kitten, I have not had the courage to let him wander around outside. Shadow goes out into the garden every day and comes in when he hears me in the kitchen. For such a slender cat (Shadow is the white cat with ginger/brown markings) he is the greediest feline I've ever known. Grant says it stems back to his kittenhood in the streets - read slums - of Omdurman, Khartoum before he walked into our apartment in May last year. (You can read about this here, if you wish!)

Ginger, our inherited cat, has the run of the entire camp and wanders all over at will. He sometimes stays out all night and the next day and night, only to return on the third day, yowling (yes, yowling) for food. Ginger had to fend for himself for two years between the time that the previous occupants of our house left him here and when the Hedges' Kitty Hotel opened in January this year. (Ginger was on a walkabout at the time of these photos!)



Ambrose and Shadow in the garden. Cats love to socialise which means they sit a little distance apart and look in different directions (generally) and then they meander off into those directions. Sometimes the one cat will follow the other; else they go off on their own.  I love the last photo of the two headless cats

Ambrose is  very athletic and agile. He climbs up the curtains, uses the louvres as stepping stones, or creeps up shelves to get to the top of our wooden pelmets, much to the detriment of the erstwhile resident ghekkoes who have ceased to exist! Last week while Grant was having his breakfast, Ambrose sat on the door watching him. (At this stage, Shadow is at Grant's elbow begging for yoghurt and breakfast cereal!)  

Ambrose likes being high!

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