Any cat owner knows a tail is their cat's pride and joy. My almost fourteen year old, Tiggyr, loves her tail. It is a barometer for her health and displeasure; in fact, the only time I have ever seen her stop twitching her tail at me is when she has been severely ill. Her tail is her pen, as it is for most cats, which any cat owner will understand exactly. (I should write I am cat-owned, as we all know who holds the upper paw in a cat friendship.) Poor Tiggyr burned half of the fur off the underside of her tail on Saturday night. That's when the phrase, "Burnt cat smells horrible," came into being. And now it's stuck in my head and needs to come out in a story, but I'm not sure which one, yet.
Before you read any further, Tiggyr is completely fine. Luckily, she only wounded her vanity and not her catsona, but I'm sure she will tire of my husband and I laughing at her over the next few weeks as her fur grows out. My husband thinks we should shave her tail so we don't have to smell burnt cat, but I think that's adding insult to injury! What lady wants to shave her beautiful hair?
I know how Tiggyr burned her tail, but you don't. So in a sentence or two, what do you think happened to the frisky feline on Saturday night? I'll tell you on Tuesday, but for now, amuse me, my demon hunters and tell me a good tail -- err, tale.
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I'm glad no cats were harmed in the writing of this blog post.
Erin, me too! Me too!
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