My regular readers will know that I have a little white tip to my tail. Here it is in action:
However irresistible it might be, while I’m asleep I don’t expect my tail to be used for purposes outside my control.
This morning, I was napping quietly on my office chair when a certain artist decided he’d try a little experiment. Apparently, he had exhausted the possibilities of pin-feathers and was looking for alternative amusement.
I slept right through this hilarious exercise, and only discovered the photographs later when they were downloaded onto the computer. You can imagine my concern. I have checked my tail, and the end of it is still pure white. I am, however, going to be sleeping with it tucked under my bottom from now on.