I haven’t had too many long-haired cats in my life. Kola, a previous foster-cat, was one. Now, there is Neville. The parts of him that were shorn of fur by the veterinary are slowly coming to be covered again, but what was left to him is enough to make him a bit of a puzzle to the eyes when he is twisted about and snoozing.
This is the Nevsky when he is more easily identified.
But then he will throw himself on his back, roll about for position, and stretch out. It becomes a matter of looking twice if I want to find which end is which. This is important, I have found, for the purposes of petting. It doesn’t help that Nev is, unlike Renn, whom I think counts as a medium-haired feline, all one hue.
Eventually, I solve the mystery, even though he renews it each time. Each cat is unique, in many ways. It’s just one of Neville’s characteristics that he blends in, not with his surroundings, but with himself. That may not help him in nature, befuddling potential enemies, but on a bed or couch, it does give his human pause. I suppose this is an insider-cat’s version of natural selection.