Since I know them so intimately, I can tell the difference right off the bat. I’ll ask you to notice that Garçon’s head is rounder than his sister’s. I find Pirouette’s bone structure to be more refined than her brother’s. It’s hard to tell from this photo, but Garçon is measurably larger than Pirouette. I’d say he has at least one pound over her. That may not sound like much in human terms, but for cats, it’s a big difference.
Weeping copiously and clutching her friend Abigail’s hand, Princess Pirouette sat on her bed prostrate with grief. “How could he do this to me?” She asked of Abigail Hoffenhoff. “After all we’ve been through, after all we are supposed-” She couldn’t go on speaking for the sobs that wracked her body.
“Do try to calm yourself, my dear!” Tata Sous-sus stood in a corner, nervously twisting a handkerchief and silently curing herself for being the bearer of such upsetting news.
“Maybe it’s not true,” consoled Abigail. “After all the court is a nest of liars.” She shot Tata a withering glance.
“-and with Lady Greenmeadow, of all people! How could he!” Pirouette pulled her engagement ring from her finger and threw it at Tata.