Had a cat named Dickens once. . . . and a husband that just can't resist teasing everything (still have the husband).
One day, the cat was lying sprawled out by the heater, looking as comfortable as only a cat can, and Hubby sees it. Thinking it was just looking too comfortable, he starts making cat-like growling sounds. The cat didn't turn an ear, or open its eyes, or anything else, but the tip of its tail started to twitch. Hubby kept growling, and the tail became more animated, almost thrashing around. But still, the rest of the cat lay in what appeared to be purr-fect repose.Hubby started to laugh. "Look at that," he said. "The rest of the cat is totally relaxed, and the tail is jumping around like mad. You'd hardly think that tail belonged to that cat. . . . . Would that make it a "tail of two kitties?"

One day, the cat was lying sprawled out by the heater, looking as comfortable as only a cat can, and Hubby sees it. Thinking it was just looking too comfortable, he starts making cat-like growling sounds. The cat didn't turn an ear, or open its eyes, or anything else, but the tip of its tail started to twitch. Hubby kept growling, and the tail became more animated, almost thrashing around. But still, the rest of the cat lay in what appeared to be purr-fect repose.Hubby started to laugh. "Look at that," he said. "The rest of the cat is totally relaxed, and the tail is jumping around like mad. You'd hardly think that tail belonged to that cat. . . . . Would that make it a "tail of two kitties?"