Tail Envy

I have a little rescue kitty that I found in the middle ofthe road along side my local Walmart. And someone, before they dumped her orshe escaped, had cut off her tail. I got her home to the house with sixguineas, two dogs and a cat already in residence (Sassy my older black andwhite cat has a nice looonnnngg tail) to be greeted by an irate Grandpa. NOMORE ANIMALS! So she was washed, frontlined and fed out on the front porch.Where little Bella, as we called her, stayed for several weeks until Grandpagot used to her and felt sorry for her when the temperature dropped into thelow 20s. Once he gave permission for her to enter, she never left. She is avery sweet kitty, purring at even a hint of a petting. And when I sit down,she's right there waiting to cuddle—the perfect kitty in other words.

Sassy didn't take too kindly to little Bella and Ithink she considered killing her on that first night.  I could see her working out how she would do it in her furrylittle brain. What saved Bella was being left outside for a few weeks untilSassy was more accustomed to her. But accustom doesn't necessarily mean like.Now, though, they will lie on the same bed and I watch Bella watching Sassy andI know that she misses her tail. Then I see Sassy who without even opening hereyes will deliberately flick her tail under Bella's nose! To get her backoccasionally, as Sassy lays sleeping with her tail stretched out, Bella willpounce on it and bite down. Then caterwauling ensues! And somewhere in the backof my mind I hear the Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz singing, "If I onlyhad a…tail!"