I'm leaving for DC a bit later, so I was rushing around getting ready.
The cats were doing their usual under Mommy's feet stunt, and I
stepped on something and heard a yowl!  Poor Stinky, I stepped on his
tail.  But Stinky is very forgiving.  He comes back and lets me make
it up to him with skritches.

Last night, I was watching TV on my back, with Stinky in one of his
preferred positions, reclining on me like a couch. ;)   Stinky is
mostly on my tummy and upper legs, facing away from me (he's watching
TV, too ;)).  And somehow, his tail made its way up under my t-shirt,
which at first I didn't realize.  Then he started moving his tail
around under the shirt, up and down.  Gawd knows what it looked like.
;)  Mom cruised by on her way to the kitchen, and said "What the hell
is *that*?"  

Theresa
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