Like the caterpillar who cocoons itself in order to change, to metamorphose into something quite different, but only at the behest and with the help of time, Kako surprises me with the vexation of her dramatic revolution.  It was but yesterday, at least in my mind, when she was the mostly-white black cat.

Then came the one white whisker, something evident in this photo.

But still I watched as she changed, as she varied from what was to what was to be.

And now this. . .

Two prominently white whiskers with yet a third presenting itself behind its brethren.

What’s to come of this?  What means this alteration?