I’m going to take charge here, as a cat should, and tell you the true story about what happened to me and Alice. It was ALL Alice’s fault! I was minding my own business, lounging on the shelf in the storage room. Alice came in, jumped up and pawed at me just to be annoying. Suddenly the shelf came crashing down. Everything fell; cans of paint, jars of nails, gardening tools, and ME! Mom came dashing in, terrified I wasn’t’ going to make it. I was in terrible pain! She called Cascade to let them know we were on our way.
I needed X-rays because I couldn’t lift my tail. The doctor was talking (as if I couldn’t hear) about possibly making me a “bob-tailed” cat. Oh no, I wanted to keep my glorious tail! The X-rays, which I saw on the computer screen, showed that my tail wasn’t broken, so it must have been severely bruised. Now my tail only has 8 lives, but I’m still waving it around in Alice’s face just to be annoying back at her!