" While they’re on the porch arguing about the gun, I take the flashlight and go into the yard to see if she killed the tom. I hope so, because he will come back and kill our kittens. I move the flashlight slowly across the grass and weeds. My eyes go wide as I spot a black, furry tail on the ground. I grab it up and yell to my mother, “You shot his tail off!” I dash back to her and show off our prize. “You didn’t kill him, but I bet he won’t come back again,” I laugh.
“If he does come back he won’t be bringing his tail.” We both chuckle at the thought of the cat running away without its tail."
Copyright 2009 Sharon Porter Moxley
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