“The tail was just hanging there by a piece of skin, all bloody and torn, with a tuft of fur at the end. The cat's tail looked like a rat's tail. I put a bandage on to keep it from falling off.

I just couln't find it in me to cut the skin. I had the scissors all around, was about to do it, but then I felt really sick to my stomach- I just couldn't.

Luckily I saw Stan walking by outside, asked him to give me a hand, and he obliged.

It fell right off- the cat didn't even notice. Now it's sitting by the front of the house, on the balcony table.

Go have a look.”