One thing about Top Hat: questions follow her around. A question follows her around. A question mark follows her around. Look, the tip of her tail resembles the bastard offspring of a question mark and a corkscrew, OK?
She's not likely to win any prizes at some snooty cat show, where the critters are graded on uniformity, but who cares? She's a near-perfect example of the rare (as in, only one known specimen) Erewhon Hooktail breed.
Anyway. This morning, I heard squeaking from the front part of the house. It persisted. Somebody playing too rough? Out to investigate.
Huckleberry and Southmoon come scampering. Top Hat is under the table, squeaking, and not going anywhere. Try to move the piece of paper she's standing on: she doesn't move with it. Held by some invisible force?
Oh. The tip of her tail has snagged a loop of thread from the frayed edge of the tablecloth. Out with the Swiss Army Knife; find the little scissors; snip! Problem solved, for the moment.
Love the names you've tagged the little furry ones with.
The question mark tail, I get that. One of our previous cats would strut around with the tip of his tail crooked in a question mark when he was happy but wanted something. Our kids called him "Question Poo".
Posted by: Old AF Sarge | Friday, 08 February 2013 at 06:06
Oh lordy I do wish you'd gotten a picture (or better yet, video) of the hung-up kitten... I've 3, plus mama-cat of my own and I love the shennanigans. Do wish I'd more photographic evidence of the crazy situations and places they've gotten themselves into upon occasion.
Posted by: Jenn | Friday, 08 February 2013 at 14:02
So, first or last wire on the recovery? From what Lex always said, all landings were graded. :D
Posted by: marcus erroneous | Friday, 08 February 2013 at 19:03
Well... it was the frayed edge, which I guess makes it the last wire. Had she missed that, she would have gone scampering across the floor and ended up in the living room.
Posted by: Eric Wilner | Friday, 08 February 2013 at 19:16