What tale would a tail tell, if a tail could tell a tale? As I compose this on Monday morning, Midnight is stretched out on my desk between the keyboard and the monitor. He watches with interest as my fingers compose this post.

More about those beautiful acrylic nails later. This is the tale of the tail.

First, a question. Does that tail look right to you?

Here a closer look. Does that look crooked? Well it is.

Soon after he came into our house, I noticed that about an inch and a half from the base of the tail it took a fairly sharp bend. During one of Midnight’s calmer moments, I ran my hand along his tail and discovered that the tail had been broken at that point. It healed crooked and there is almost a “knot” at that point. There is another break about an inch and a half from the tip, and a third midway between the other two breaks. fortunately, it doesn’t seem to bother our little guy.

I mentioned the acrylics — that’s what our daughter-in-law, Barbara, calls them. Last Wednesday, Sylvia took Midnight to the vet and she installed Soft Paws on his front claws. These are plastic pieces that are glued on to the claws. They are wonderful! We no longer are getting scratched on a daily basis.

What do you think? Are those okay? Sylvia considered getting them in hot pink, but in defference to the fact that he was born a Tom, she got plain.

Midnight’s Auntie Lin suggested that we get him a toy about his size with the same number of appendages. (Hobbes has a party pig.) Midnight has a rascally rabbit, or it a Wascally Wabbit?

While I have written this, Midnight has: 
– attacked my fingers (no harm done)
– sat between me and the monitor (blocking my view)
– curled up in a corner on the desk where he is taking a nap.

Let’s not disturb him. He’ll see you again soon.