Da Boyz Primer

It's Twozday!

Today, a primer, to tell Manny and Chili Bruce apart:

Manny:

Underwear

Tiny spot on face

Black fur

Chili Bruce:

Small tummy spot

No facial spot

Browner fur

There, now you can tell them apart, even when we cannot!

As The Hubby says, "The black cat is Manny, the other black cat is Chili Bruce."

And now a test!

Which one is which?

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"But is a puzzlement"

It's Twozday!

Sorry, but I cannot tell which one is which in these cuddling pics.

If we can see their tummies, then small white spot is CB, 'underwear' is Manny.

As seen from above while on the paw, pear-shape is CB, thin is Manny.

Really up close on faces, Manny has a tiny white smudge next to his nose.

Otherwise...I throw my hands in the air!

Have noticed that they aren't always the same color of black fur; can you see that right-hand cat is more brown?

Hmmmm....

P.S. Today's post title is the last line in the song "A Puzzlement" by composer Richard Rodgers and lyricist Oscar Hammerstein II, sung by the King of Siam about what he knows and does not know.

Yummy Tummy and Flirt

It's Twozday!

Manny and Chili Bruce continue to spend a fair amount of time napping with each other, and in these pics, we can tell them apart!

Chili Bruce with tummy up (barely a white spot)

Manny's 'underwear' large white spot is easily seen here.

We are so sad that Emmy at 15andmeowing left us yesterday:

Leave kind words at 15andmeowing

 And it's the anniversary of Celestial Angel's departure too, three years ago.

💔We miss our soft-furred lovebug.💔

Alas, No Collars...

Magenta collar, left abandoned on the floor

If you'd read my recent post, Bad Collared Cat Mom, you would know that we put collars on Manny (blue) and Chili Bruce (magenta) so we can tell them apart.  I hated to do it, but it made calling each cat by their proper name much easier.

Within days of that post, Manny removed his blue color, and removed it again every time I snapped it back on.  He knew to bite the plastic clasp; I watched him do it.  What a rascal, but since CB was still wearing his collar, all was well.  One collar on, one collar off.

Imagine, then, when I returned home from a long weekend trip to Indianapolis, Indiana with my friends, to open the door and start loving on the first black cat to appear...no collar, so it's Manny!  Smooches and groping ensued, until the second black cat wanted some of that action too...and no collar!  Whom was I kissing?

OH NOES!

The Hubby soon explained that CB had lost his collar 'sometime' during the days I was gone, and he just didn't bother with it.  He claims he can 'mostly' tell them apart.  The collars are obviously for ME, but they don't like them.  Therefore, I must amp up my cat-identifying game now.  CB is round in the body, while Manny is sleek.  This will have to be my way of recognizing them.  Or, I just call every black cat in the house "Handsome" or "Brother" or "Good Boy"!

Sheesh...
No collars on.

P.S. I'll visit your blogs soon as I catch up.

Bad Collared Cat Mom

Our twins
Who is Whom?

Manny

Chili Bruce

Yes, I feel like a rotten, poor example of a Cat Mom.  I cannot tell Da Boyz apart since Chili Bruce lost his one white whisker, and although The Hubby claims he can...he's fibbing.  I dug through my drawer of cat goodies (which includes unopened toys waiting to be doled out, half-empty medicine bottles, and flea and tick prevention packets), and I found the velvet safety Coolcatcollars that I posted about here last year.  Manny is wearing the Blueberry Blue collar, and Chili Bruce sports the Rosewater Pink one.  In the top photo of them sleeping, you cannot even SEE the collars!  We put them on Da Boyz last night, and first thing this morning, I was able to call each cat by his rightful name without hesitation.  And other than Manny giving his new collar a good scratch, both of them seem to be unfazed.

What mother can't tell their babies apart?  A unworthy one, that's for sure!  Other than dyeing the tip of CB's ear (or bleaching it), this was the only solution I could think of.  Manny has a big white spot on his belly, and CB's fur is silkier and his tail fluffier, and he's heavier than Manny.  But I cannot pick them up to look at their undercarriage all the time, and two black cats next to each other at dawn or dusk are impossible...for me...to differentiate.  

The joy of having these two brofurs in our lives, outweighs my mortification at collaring them.  They apparently don't care, and I now can tell one from the other.  And don't go all 'pink is for girls' on us; we are an open-minded, fly-the-rainbow-flag kind of tolerant household!