When I talk to Eve, she is listening, her yellow eyes wary and curious. When I talk to her through the window, she will even stretch out on her side in a flirtatious pose. But as soon as I approach her, she turns her back, seeking a safe distance.
We’ve narrowed the breach to a few hands, but touching is still absolutely forbidden.
Today my talking got a verbal response: a weak meow. That is progress indeed!
For some reason I believe it is Eve to whom I’m talking, who is the braver: the girl the more daring one. Adam is lagging behind, but becoming less shy nonetheless.