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.
2 comments:
That picture rules! When we were little, my sister put clothespins on our cat's tail to see what would happen (which is really strange because she'e the biggest animal lover in our family). You can imagine what DID happen. Not pleasant...
"And this, honey, is the reason why you're blind in one eye." Amazing how fast those things can happen, isn't it?
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