Breakfast With Sable

It seems like I repeat myself with regard to Sable, but each time I mention her, it’s a small celebration of a new step forward.

Today, I was preparing breakfast, and she came up the stairs from the library. She waited on the landing for about ten minutes, and watched while I ate at the dining table. She then wandered about the kitchen a bit and sat about three feet behind me. She has never been so close before, unless I had been bringing her a meal. I think she was debating whether to enter the sitting room; if I had not been present, I am sure she would have, but I suspect she worried that I would be between her and her escape to the basement. Eventually, she retreated to the library once more, only to reappear upstairs later.

She also talked for the first time while in the same room with me. I doubt that she was speaking to me. Nonetheless, it was another first. She gives a kind of short, yelping bark, over and over, but will vary it with a trill that ends with a bark-like a hiccup. What it means, I cannot determine.

The pictures don’t do her latest excursion justice. The second one looks confrontational, but Moxy, at least, true to his nickname of the Mixer, has won Sabe over. I watched this morning as he and she sniffed noses; he then arched his back and rubbed against her, while she smelled along his body to his bum.

Each day, Sable seems to retreat after her progression, but this is, I believe, just a rest, after what must be an exciting and possibly stressful moment for her. Who knows what the next day will bring?