My poor kitty!

Valentines Day was not too happy here at our house. On the 13th, my hubby accidently got Marissa's tail caught in the bathroom door. Because she was running out of the room, it tore off skin and fur on the last 4 inches or so! I was in the shower at the time, and after hearing the panic in my husbands voice and the strange yowling noise coming from out cat, I ran out dripping wet to assess the situation. I called and we took Marissa into work, and where we amputated the end of her tail. She always turns into Evil Cat when I take her into work, and this time was no different!

As a scrapbooker, (and working with this type of sqeemish stuff daily) I had this odd internal delima - do I take a picture of her with her skinned tail... or of the piece tail skin/fur that was still laying on the bathroom floor... I decided against it, but did get this one of her telling me exactly what she thought when I tried to examine her the next morning at work and give her antibiotics, with her poor bandaged tail! As she was medically doing well,eating, and didn't seem to be in much pain, I took her home with me that day, where she quickly converted into the cat we know and love. I'm kinda in mourning over the loss of her tail... the end is the expressive part, the part that kinda curls and swishes. At least right now, she's holding it pretty much straight out and looks so strange to me! I'm sure I'll get used to it soon.