The moving is over and every bone in my body aches, including the one in my head. I'm sitting enjoying a morning cup of coffee and watching a cat cross the yard, tail in the air, with just a little curve at the very tip.
He stops, preens, then stands and stretches, tail again rising to attention and vibrating.
I am envious. I can just imagine how good it must feel to your back to be able to work out all of the kinks with your tail. Or, better yet, to be able to hang from your tail like a monkey. You never see a monkey at the chiropractor's.
I wish I had a tail.