Yes, I am a day late. And actually, I didn’t snap this photo until moments ago. But it’s a miracle! Sophie-the-former-stray (right) jumped up onto my (unmade) bed while Sally-the-wicked-stepsister (left) was having a clean. No one growled. Not once. Sally just went right on grooming herself as Sophie stared out the window and purred. Granted, Sophie flattened her ears a bit and swished her tail from time to time. But Sophie’s swishing tail was nearly close enough to Sally’s now pristinely clean tail to touch it. Yes, folks, they almost touched tails! But it didn’t stop there: after Sally finished with her bath, she leaned in and gave Sophie’s tail a sniff. Sophie didn’t bat an eye. Or a tail.
It has taken twenty months to get to this point. Twenty months of hissing and chasing and charging and spitting and growling and tussling. All of it was leading up to the wonderful moment when Sally would lean in and give Sophie’s tail a sniff, and Sophie would graciously allow said sniff.
I’m predicting in another four months, at the two-year mark, they’ll be sniffing bottoms.