Ned was sitting in the attic office one afternoon, with the 110 window ac unit cranked. There was a whole thing about that window unit, because it was too much a cost and a hassle to install central in a historical property in the town. Anyway.
Dog and cat fighting.
As it happened, the dog was from down the street somewhere, a medium-size short hair, trying to kick the cat's a$$.
The cat belonged to Ned, as it happened, so he beat feet downstairs to calm them out.
The dog scampered away when Ned leaped off of the porch yelling, leaving the cat basically wondering what had just happened.
The tail of the cat, it's very pride and a necessary sensory apparatus, was hanging by a thin piece of mangled meat.
Ned was but powerless to grab his stapler from the third-floor workspace and then staple the tail of the cat back on, like it was poor Eore from the Winnie the Pooh stories, to have some modicum of dignity restored, a piece of "flourish" re-established.
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