There's a tail under my bed.........

It's black, so it can only belong to Imp.

He likes to hide, but this is sort of a semi-hiding. He likes to go
under the bed and leave his tail visible.

I'll say "Hi, Imp, I can seeeeeeeee YOU!!"

And i can just imagine Imp's thought pattern. "No you CAN'T see me.
I'm INVISIBLE!!!"

"I can still seeeeeeeeee YOU!!! Awww, i can see your TAIL!!!!!""

Then the tail slowly slinks away. "Not anymore, hoomin."

Silly cat,

Kristi

Mischief wrote:
It's black, so it can only belong to Imp.

He likes to hide, but this is sort of a semi-hiding. He likes to go
under the bed and leave his tail visible.

I'll say "Hi, Imp, I can seeeeeeeee YOU!!"

And i can just imagine Imp's thought pattern. "No you CAN'T see me.
I'm INVISIBLE!!!"

"I can still seeeeeeeeee YOU!!! Awww, i can see your TAIL!!!!!""

Then the tail slowly slinks away. "Not anymore, hoomin."

Silly cat,

LOL! Nikki used to deliberately leave her tail sticking out from boxes,
bags, under the covers, etc, wherever she was lurking. That tail had a
life of its own!

--
Marina, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Frank and Nikki.
Stories and pics at http://koti.welho.com/mkurten/
Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/
and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki

If you were a cat, you could entertain your children by lounging around
and just flapping your tail all day. Sounds good to me.

Cantate

"Mischief" wrote in message
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It's black, so it can only belong to Imp.

He likes to hide, but this is sort of a semi-hiding. He likes to go
under the bed and leave his tail visible.

I'll say "Hi, Imp, I can seeeeeeeee YOU!!"

And i can just imagine Imp's thought pattern. "No you CAN'T see me.
I'm INVISIBLE!!!"

"I can still seeeeeeeeee YOU!!! Awww, i can see your TAIL!!!!!""

Then the tail slowly slinks away. "Not anymore, hoomin."

Clifford (RB) clearly would play hide-and-seek, but part of his assumptions
about the rules were that tails were invisible and could not be used as
clues to the cat. One must understand that he was coal-black except for the
last inch of his tail, which was snow white; it took a couple of years of
growing up before he accepted that the white spot was not an evil being
chasing him.

As far as I can tell, however, he had studied tail-smashing with an
alligator. In his prime, he was 16 pounds, with muscles rippling under his
not-very-loose skin.

One of my indulgences is a bubble bath. Clifford, once he grew up, was a
very intelligent cat, except when his tail was involved. He would keep me
company in the bathroom, but, when there was bubble bath in the tub and he
couldn't see the water, he'd happily climb on my chest. Unfortunately, he'd
lash his tail while doing this, getting it soaked, such that it became
something of a club. Given the proximity of a large wet tail to tender
parts of mine, I'd have to keep wringing it out while he purred.

"Howard C. Berkowitz" wrote in message
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"Mischief" wrote in message
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It's black, so it can only belong to Imp.

He likes to hide, but this is sort of a semi-hiding. He likes to go
under the bed and leave his tail visible.

I'll say "Hi, Imp, I can seeeeeeeee YOU!!"

And i can just imagine Imp's thought pattern. "No you CAN'T see me.
I'm INVISIBLE!!!"

"I can still seeeeeeeeee YOU!!! Awww, i can see your TAIL!!!!!""

Then the tail slowly slinks away. "Not anymore, hoomin."

Clifford (RB) clearly would play hide-and-seek, but part of his
assumptions
about the rules were that tails were invisible and could not be used as
clues to the cat. One must understand that he was coal-black except for
the
last inch of his tail, which was snow white; it took a couple of years of
growing up before he accepted that the white spot was not an evil being
chasing him.

As far as I can tell, however, he had studied tail-smashing with an
alligator. In his prime, he was 16 pounds, with muscles rippling under his
not-very-loose skin.

One of my indulgences is a bubble bath. Clifford, once he grew up, was a
very intelligent cat, except when his tail was involved. He would keep me
company in the bathroom, but, when there was bubble bath in the tub and he
couldn't see the water, he'd happily climb on my chest. Unfortunately,
he'd
lash his tail while doing this, getting it soaked, such that it became
something of a club. Given the proximity of a large wet tail to tender
parts of mine, I'd have to keep wringing it out while he purred.



There is something just slightly terrifying about taking a bubble bath with
a cat that doesn't seem to realize there is water involved.

Puts one awfully close to nature for a domestic situation.

It used to be one of Rosies favorite things to do.

Jo

"Howard C. Berkowitz" wrote in
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Clifford (RB) clearly would play hide-and-seek, but part of his
assumptions about the rules were that tails were invisible and could
not be used as clues to the cat. One must understand that he was
coal-black except for the last inch of his tail, which was snow white;
it took a couple of years of growing up before he accepted that the
white spot was not an evil being chasing him.


Doc used to lie in wait for me to walk by, but he kept forgetting that I
could see over whatever he was hiding behind. So he'd be all crouched,
ready to spring, but when I stopped before the fateful moment, he'd look
up, and see me watching him.

It's amazing how with just a couple of muscle moves, a cat can go from a
pounce-ready crouch to a 'Who me? Attack? I'm just sitting here enjoying
the passing parade' position. :-)

Chak

--
You can no more win a war than you can win an earthquake.
--Jeannette Rankin