Till Death do us Part Olivia Chu

Welcome To Cat Mountain

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It is a nuisance to have something stuck in one’s tail, when it is commonly known as one’s best feature. When one gets lots of comments on it from all manner of people, one gets to be rather proud of it. It is nicely fluffy, and has the tendency to look groomed even if it has not been washed in quite some time. It looks nice with every piece of furniture in the house. Every photo is made better with the addition of the tail. It is a pity that humans do not acquire one, as a well-groomed tail is an essential to the appearance of all around well-being.

A well-groomed tail tells a lot about its owner. It says that they are thoughtful, careful, and precise; that they care a great deal about hygiene, that their own duties and nobility do not make them foolish and carefree, and that they do not laze around doing naught but sleeping all day. A matted, dirty tail says just as much, if not more, about its owner. They are clearly snobby, slobby, and in every way unapproachable. Nobody wants to associate with a knotted tail-bearer.

Of course, when something is so lodged in the fur of the tail, as this has been, to the point of near-certain failure in the attempt to remove it, one must hope that someone will come along and remove it for them. Attempting to remove it oneself would not only likely be pointless, but require the exertion of so much energy that must be reserved for other, more important duties, and thus there is naught to do but wait, and perhaps take a well-deserved nap in the meantime.

A TAIL’S TALE

Chloe Williams