Caution: This is not a tale for the faint of heart.
Today Math Man and I have been married for 16 years (for this year, we are celebrating a pair of perfect squares - which our kids think we are, anyway!).
As Math Man stepped out the door tonight (on his way to clean the gutters before the oncoming storm), I stopped him before he stepped on a suspicious furry bundle sitting on the edge of the doormat. "It's just fluff from the doormat." "I don't think so," I countered, "If you do, pick it up!" "Uh, get me a baggie will you?" my spouse counters cautiously.
"It looks like a tail. It's not Fluffy's is it?" Math Man inquired. "Not her color!" (Fluffy is a natural blonde.)
We're trying to decide if (a) Fluffy left it as an anniversay gift for us; (b) It's been left as a warning for Fluffy in the currently feline battle for dominance or (c) Fluffy has left it as a warning to other cats.
And no, we're not certain it's a cat's tail.