
Today as my good friend Darla and I were playing, I marveled once again at the beauty and intricacy of her exceptionally soft fur. On the surface, she is easily mistaken for just an average black cat. Yet like her personality, a closer look reveals something very much different and unexpected. Darla is in reality a Tabby Cat!
When she and I curl up together for our afternoon nap, often as I drift into sleep I am transported in my mind to the rain-forests of Brazil, Mexico, and adjacent countries.

Regardless, these observations remind me that what we see in another upon casual encounter is not always the truth. Every individual, whether Tabby Cat, Black Panther, or Human, has many complex layers which belie characteristics that are other-seeming. And not all are always on the outside.
When Darla and her sister Charlotte first came to our home, now almost two years ago, both kittens were absolutely feral. It required four months of patient interactions before they would accept even me as a friend, and an additional five months of conditioning before responding well to human contact. Such is the consequence of growing up young on the streets.

With love for all,
Noel
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He's quite extraordinary at being ordinary. He has this dichotomy about him that's fascinating to watch.
- Author Unknown
1 comment:
Thank you so much for this post. I recognized qualities of one of my cats in this. Looking at her more closely, I saw the M on her forehead. I looked again at the kitten pictures I had received and the tabby markings were very prominent at that time.
Curiously, mom was a black short-hair with a splash of white on her chest. Ebony is black medium-hair, with a tinge of brown that I can't deny now, and the splash of white on her chest. There is light grey on the undercoat.
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