Marion Williams - Essay - Pendleton County

The Cat Tail

“I’ve got you, Quincy; you’re no match for The Tail!”
We see Quincy as cat, and his tail, as a tail. Well, Quincy see his own tail as a monster.
Whenever he is picked up, Quincy tries to attack his own tail. While Quincy may seem cute and
small, he has a vicious bite. And his scratch is even worse, at least that’s what I think. Quincy
seems to be fine whenever he scratches himself, or bites his own tail. I would think that it would
hurt him, Quincy thinks that it is fun and playful.
As Quincy walks down the hallway, he sees the shadow of the monster beside him—and
then attacks. He continues to attack, attack, and attack that monster, his own tail. As he roams
the house the monster continues to follow him. With the fluffy white paws and sharp teeth, he
endures the repeated attacks. While you might think it is tiring for him, Quincy never tires. He
keeps the fight going. During his tail battles he never gives up and is ever ready to take his tail
monster down. You may be able to distract Quincy occasionally with some food and snuggles,
but the tail never surrenders.
Quincy is getting older and stronger. He may be a little less energetic than he was, but
he is still so full of energy, his tail could power a windmill. At seven months old, a mere five
months from when he arrived shy and scared to leave his carrier, Quincy is wresting with his
own tail, which sometimes leads to a paw fight as well. Laying on a beanbag while to rest, the
tail continues to battle. As long as he his himself, the tail grows and grows and may one day be
bigger than the rest of him. And only when they sleep do they call a truce, but tail monster waits
patiently for the next day.

Marion Williams

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