Sable is growing less wary of me. She still doesn’t care for me to come near, but her definition of ‘near’ is lessening. I can walk within two feet of her, and she will hurry past me within the same distance while on her way elsewhere. If I am bringing food or water, she will remain sitting or lying close by. She has also taken to lying in the sitting room, albeit close to the entrance from the dining area.
So far, I’ve found only one disadvantage to this reduction of caution. I sometimes mistake her for Imogen, and therefore approach too casually, too suddenly, causing her to take fright. Even if I pause to determine who is the black cat before me, it isn’t always clear. Sabe has a silver-tipped right ear (due to frostbite) and a notched left ear, and her tail has a crook in it. And Sable's face has rather a sad expression much of the time. But in gloom, or when her head is turned at an angle, identity is not always certain.
Though the fact that I can confuse the pair even at close quarters indicates that I can reach close quarters, and thus is a positive development, it still makes for periodic excitement.
Sable in the hammock and Imogen on the carpeted stand, right. Only because you got such good photos to show these girls off.
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DeleteI can certainly understand the problem. My Willow and Cassi are both dilute calicos, and sometimes, if I'm not looking closely, I'll confuse them.
ReplyDeleteI guessed correctly between the two. High five to me. Though I think I would confuse them far more often than you do! I sometimes confused Derry and Nicki in low/dark light and they looked nothing alike!
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