Back in the early days of our cat-wrangling Mama wasn’t Mama. She was just a gray tabby that wandered into the yard, drew our sympathy, and stayed. She became Mama when Camo and the 2 Georges were born. Not coincidentally, she became Mama at the same time we began to think we might need to do more than watch the feral cats that arrived on our property, but that’s another story.
As you can see from the photos, Camo was an attractive light-brown tabby. We were never certain if Camo was male or female because he (or she) came along early in our experience with the colony and was never successfully trapped during our TNR (trap, neuter, release) program. It wasn’t unusual for us to get a gender surprise when we picked a neutered or spayed cat back up from the clinic, but Camo never gave us the chance to be surprised. We always said “he” when discussing Camo. If she was insulted, she never let us know.
Camo kept his distance from us but he was very social with new additions to the colony. He often hung out with the golfers, the litter born to Mama after Camo and the Georges. Anyone who hung out with the golfers also hung out with Shadow, because Shadow arrived alone and quickly sought out the golfers for company. This post’s featured image on the home page captures Camo’s personality as it shows Chi-Chi reaching for an undisturbed and patient Camo’s tail.
But Camo did more than just hang out with the youngsters. He was the first member of the colony we saw fulfilling an obvious baby-sitter role. When he wasn’t letting a kitten play with his tail he would nap in the shade and idly watch over the colony children. If they wanted to stop by and say hello as he took a break at his water tub spa it was fine with Camo.
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