Happy Tails

Momma has always been a sucker for a fluffy tail. I think that's why she loves us long-haired goils. Katie's tail is fluffier than mine, but her coat is a different texture, too. We always walk with our tails held high. Momma refers to our tails as beautiful plumes (feathers). Momma says holding our tails erect is a sign that we're confident and happy.

My predecessor, Gabrielle, a black and white tuxedo with a "tude" a mile long, got her tail caught in a closet door when Momma closed it quickly some years back. That incident injured Gabrielle's tail and it never stood erect since. Momma even had to give Gabrielle half a baby aspirin every other day. The aspirin was supposed to help the injured muscles in Gabrielle's tail.

Whenever Momma runs her hand down our backs, she gently tugs on our tails. It's just a loving gesture to which we've grown accustomed.

Momma doesn't like skinny rat tails on kitties. She also gets a kick out of when one of us tries to hide under the bed and our tail is exposed like a flag. We think, "Momma can't see us," not realizing she really can.

We also have to be careful to get our tails out of the way when Momma comes by. It's no fun having our tails stepped on. Ouch! I always get out from underfoot but Katie's tail got stepped on once. She was standing behind Momma in the kitchen one night and Momma stepped back. Lo and behold, Katie let out a loud, piercing screech. She was so surprised that Momma didn't see her. Of course, Katie quickly forgave Momma and all was well, but now Katie is somewhat better at avoiding getting underfoot.

We wish all our followers Happy Tails!