“He doesn’t have a tail,” he said.
“Neither do you,” I said, “but I wasn’t going to mention it. He’s a Manx.”
“I’ve heard of them,” he said.
“They don’t have tails, do they?”
“They’ve outgrown them,” I said, “even as you and I. When you come right down to it, what does a
cat in this day and age need with a tail?”
I’d offered this by way of small talk, but he took it seriously,
creasing his high forehead in thought.
“I wonder,” he said. “Doesn’t it
play a role in keeping the animal balanced?”
“He sees a therapist once a week,” I said, “and when he has a problem we
talk about it.”
(from The Burglar In
The Rye, by Lawrence Block)
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