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| 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.
