A Contrast of Cats

Indigo is still refusing to eat. She will take in a little of chicken- or fish-flavoured pudding treats (the kind that squeeze out from a flattened tube.) I tried flavouring food, particularly Recovery, with it, but I would have to have more treat than food to coax her to consume it, and that isn’t practical, as it would require a huge amount to be worthwhile. I may have to force-feed her, which will not be enjoyable for either of us. I will attempt that tonight.

In the meantime, the progress that is being made is with Sable. She does not hide every time if, to scoop litter or sweep the floor, I come into a room in which she is lying or sitting. As long as I don’t approach her, she will remain where she is, watching me. This is an improvement over the past. The photograph below depicts Sabe when I came home on Friday: I know she has been on the bed during my absences, and caught her once dropping to the floor after lying within a foot of Moxy.

Yesterday, while I was at the computer in the bedroom, Sable was elsewhere. When she returned, she sat on the threshold, in no hurry to hide under the bed again.

Then, today, she did the same thing, though when I spoke to her and told her to come over and see me, rubbing my fingers together at floor level (because this is the irresistible way of inducing a cat to bend to a human’s will…), she crouched for several minutes facing me, as if actually considering coming closer. She decided against it.

Sable is well used to the cats here. I think the only problem is her being chased periodically - probably by Brazil - though even this seems rare. It is certainly not often enough to prevent her from roaming about the house when she has a mind to. Sable’s only real difficulty is with me. And time is on our side in that instance, unlike the case with Indigo.