I introduced Snowball last summer as a cat who kept her distance from us and spent most of her time in the stables just beyond our property line. Snowball had a sister who was just as skittish but would occasionally come to our deck for a snack.
When we first saw Snowball and her sister we were struck by how much her sister resembled two of the cats in our colony, Mosby and MiniMosby (AKA MiniMo). Snowball’s color made her easy to name. After some discussion we agreed that the most appropriate name for her sister was NoMo. After all, she was no Mosby and we fervently hoped we were nearing the end of our feral cat explosion and there would be no mo’ new cats. It turned out we weren’t quite at the end, but NoMo was among the last of the cats to appear on our property.
Although NoMo was solid gray like the Mosbys there was a piercing quality to her expression that made her distinctive. It’s hard to describe that look, but we were typically able to keep them straight. (MiniMo just reminded me not to use past tense about her. She’s soaking up the sun on her platform by the window as I write this.) It may be that NoMo’s more feral nature kept her serious and on the alert, while the Mosbys were gradually becoming more accustomed to life with us. You can see the intensity in NoMo’s expression in the photos.
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