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Loved your chihuahua story! Oh what fun. I would try to get that on tape. Is there a way you could link to it here? I would love to see that. Reminds me of my kitty Sam.
Sam was incensed that she had a tail. Most of the time she positioned herself so her tail wasn't in her way. But sometimes she would sit or lie so that it would flicker a few inches in front or to the side of her face. You would see the entire rest of her body freeze when she first noticed the The Tail. First she would stare at it intently. Then she would begin batting at it. After batting a little while, her ears would go back and she'd start to hiss at it, too. When the tail paid no notice and kept taunting her, so she'd start in with her "Back off! I am getting VERY annoyed!" growls. When the horrible tail was not intimidated and kept tormenting her, she would start biting at it, in between swats and growls. On the one hand, I felt so sorry for her because I could see that she was getting genuinely quite upset. On the other hand, it made me laugh so hard every time that I kind of hoped it would continue. Eventually she would catch her tail and bite it, but then she would jump up in surprise because she didn't make the connection that she was biting herself, and she thought the tail was biting her. Then she would unleash a flurry of bats and bites and growls, and finally get so infuriated that she would give a really loud, angry yowl, and run away. After a few feet she would look behind her to see if the tail was chasing her, and it was, so she'd take another swipe at it and growl some more, then turn and run again. And that was the last I would see of her for awhile that day.
Funny, sweet Sam. How I loved her.
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