When my very old cat Ellen was still a spring chicken, she had an unfortunate incident that resulted in the last 2 inches or so of her tail having to be amputated. It was a shame really because the tip of her tail was white and complemented her white feet and chest quite nicely. As a result, she was left with an abnormally short-ish tail that twitches incessantly due to some residual nerve damage and a tail that she is very, VERY particular about people messing with. Short furry twitching tails are apparently irresitable to your average 19-month old. It seems that no matter how matter how many times and ways I tell The Geej that we mustn't mess with the tail of The Ellen-Melon, her fascination with said tail does not wane.
When I snapped the following photo, my intent was to get a cute shot of The Geej in her Van Halen shirt and pink Converse hi-tops because she looked too damn adorable. And Ellen was sitting demurely next to her and they were coexisting peacefully. Then this happened. Oh well. It's just a snapshot of reality at my house. A reality that includes that bitchin' butterfly sheet that I have to drape over the bed/pillows to protect them from unreal amounts of Ellen fur.