but they clearly recognize each other by scent.

Sunday night I decided that Celie's fur was just too stinky, and to give her a bath. I knew she wouldn't like this, but I did it anyway. She actually took it pretty well, once the shock of being doused subsided. She ended up smelling much better...to me, anyway.

Olive clearly felt differently. She sniffed at Celie and then hissed. It was as if a complete stranger had been let into the house. Two days on, and Olive still hasn't accepted Celie. They were such good playmates...I hope I haven't screwed that up for good.