But I think about them very differently.
Clover’s quiet and pensive nature makes her very dear to me, and I take more notice of her relaxed moments of repose…times when she feels at peace in the world.
Smithers, on the other hand, is a firebrand of a girl. She has all the playful zoomies of a kitten even in her middle age. She is dear to me also, but in a different way.
So when she was having a grooming moment behind the sheer this morning, I had a Hitchcock moment pop into my brain. You know the one…