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The dangers of a happy tail

Mum came home from a birdwatchers' Christmas party tonight (she think she'll go back), was greeted with great joy by the dogs and I noted as I patted Miss Shadow that she'd somehow managed to get a bit wet over her rear half - but it was raining outside. A little while later, I happened to look at my hands and thought, 'Holy crap, was my nose bleeding?!' There were faint smears of dried blood on my hands. No, no, it wasn't me ...

Miss Shadow had happy tail!

Only a tiny bit of skin off the very tip of her tail but it resulted in very fine blood splatter all over the front hall, my dress, Mum's dress, Miss Shadow's rear half, the kitchen ... once we started looking, it seemed never-ending! And unlike The Boyo's nosebleeds which were spectacular but lowdown and fairly localised, Miss Shadow's happy helicopter tail saw blood hit the level of the light switches ... and higher ... above my head!

As we were cleaning it up, Mum suddenly laughed and wondered what a forensics crew would make of the splatter pattern.

The front door needed cleaning anyway, it turns out.

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