Pull my tail, please.  No, I am not talking about the human
version of pull my finger (a loathsome human prank), or when
babies grab my tail and hang on for dear life.  No, anybody that
treats my tail like a toy will be summarily sliced and diced.

This may sound warped, but sometimes when I am rubbing up against
the Big Owner he will grab my tail and simply hold it tight.
That's my cue.  I dig my claws into the carpet and begin to pull
away.  I tug and tug, and stretch and stretch!  Finally my tail
slips through the Big Owner's fingers.  Ahhhh, I feel 4 inches
longer.  I pull around again and come back for more.  It's best
when all that's left in the owner's fist are tufts of shed fur.

I'm afraid it gets more bizarre from there.  I also love it when
the Big Owner will grab my tail and lift my back feet off the
ground a couple of inches...while I am eating my food!  "Can't
you just hold me up like that for a couple of hours, please?"
Can't tell you why, but I just love those "Cat Chiropractics."

It was a good day.

Thanks to Mark Mason [email protected]