How Cats Are Not Like Lizards

This is Edward, our cat.  He's had a rough afternoon.  Right now he's holed up in the garage trying rest and recoup from loosing the tip of his tail.  *shudder*

This poor kitty is an outdoor cat, but loves to come inside (or try) several times a day.  Since we love our kitty (who eats spiders in the house for me and brings us occasional tokens of affection), we let him from time to time.  But when we do let Edward in, we always close up the bedroom doors to restrict him from most areas of the house.  Today, Isabel was trying to close up the doors really fast so Edwards wouldn't slip into one of the rooms and, well, maybe she acted a little too quickly.  All I knew was that I heard Edwards loud protests, watched him dart quickly out of the hallway, and then I saw the leftover bits of fur stuck in the closed door.

I will spare the other details.  But, I'll say is that it's apparent that Edward no longer has the cute little white tip on the end of his dark brown tail.  Right now he is safely curled up in the garage with his tail protectively wrapped around himself as he snoozes the day away.  He can't be suffering too much if he's letting us give him scratchy loves under his chin, just as he likes, and is purring.  But I wonder if he's maybe not quite as anxious to come back inside.

Isabel feels terrible.  And when I say terrible, I mean TERR-I-BLE.  She also wants his tail to grow back. But we know it won't.  Why?  Because cats are not like the lizards that Edward rids our yard of.  Unfortunately.