we got two cats. one was orange. one was not. we figured the orange would give us trouble. he did. not before the other one got her tail trapped in the blinds somehow and broke it. like, she got it wrapped around one of the slats of large-slatted venetian blinds somehow, got the greebles and when the ran off it broke. the tail, not the blinds.

gonna be honest, after having that cat for a few years now, i’m surprised it hasn’t happened again, she hasn’t taken off at full 12 pounds of fury (instead of last time with all 2.5 pounds of her) and broke the damn tail off. because it sounds like something she’d do for fun.

all the orange one’s got is anxiety. i wonder why.