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Topic: Ohhh…. (02/04/10)
TITLE: Tale of the Tail
By Barbara Lynn Culler
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Tittles the cat wanted to play, and so we had a game of chase all around the apartment. Game over, I returned to my room; Tittles was leading the way. Unexpectedly my toes met with the foot of the bed and I lost balance; landing on my knee with a reverberating boom that sounded like a gunshot in the night. Tittles, who was on the floor next to my bed shrieked and in one dramatic leap aimed for the seat by the window. As a result of too much momentum, she missed the seat, and instead, sunk all four claws into the window screen, which then detached from the window and flew out into the night.
“Ohh…no…” Hand flew to mouth in dismay as I watched, seemingly in slow motion, as Tittles rode the window screen like a Magic Carpet as it floated to the ground.
“Tittles!” I yelled out the window, but could not see her. I raced down the stairs without thought of covering up; intent on locating my flying cat.
“Tittles?” She did not respond to my calls. I glanced up at my screen-less bedroom window, and there stood my other cat, Shadow, curiously peering out at me.
“Ohh…no…” Running back up the stairs, I breathlessly edged over to the little cat in the unscreened window. In seconds, I had slammed the window shut, put on a robe, and hurried back out to find Tittles.
I finally found her, cowered in the bushes below my downstairs neighbor’s window. I scooped her into my arms and ran back upstairs. Tittles was holding her tail in a drooped down position and I believed she was just traumatized, and not injured. However, by morning, her long bushy tail that normally looked like a feather plume was straight and dragging on the ground.
My teenage daughter and I were as traumatized as Tittles when we took her to the vet. An X-Ray revealed a fractured tail.
“Oh, that can be repaired” I sighed to my daughter. The doctor looked at me with compassion in her eyes.
“No, we cannot put a cast on a tail, it needs to be amputated.”
“Ohhh” In tears, we scheduled the surgery for the next day. Tittles returned home with a three inch stump of bandages instead of her once beautiful feathery tail.
The cat recovered from the incident and now has a short tail that resembles a miniature feather duster. I am cautious about open windows and chasing cats, especially if I want to go to bed early.
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