“Your tail’s wet.” That’s what I tell the Mud Cat (aka Tide) when she returns for breakfast after an early patrol of her Mud Bay territory on a rainy morning. Given it’s the first week of March, I find myself saying those words often. This morning wasn’t any different. Somehow, like a lot of cats, she manages to stay mostly dry, but her tail doesn’t.
There’s teamwork involved in drying her tail off. A couple of passes by me with the closest dish towel and a bit of flag waving on her part quickly restore it to its fluffy glory (see photo). (Try that with a wet dog.) Then it’s time for catfood, a hug, and a long catnap. Is that fair? At this point we’ve both been up for about an hour. Why don’t I get to go back to bed too?
