This is a tale of tails.  Two tails.  Or maybe two tales.  It’s a whale of a tale  tail….or tails.

There’s a fluffy orange tail that seems to shine in the sunlight and loves to be draped over the top of the computer desk.

Then there’s the fluffy black tail that tries to hide in things, but somehow doesn’t quite make it.

These two tails can make Mom crazy at times.

The black tail is notorious for knocking things off of shelves, tables, desks….anywhere.

The orange tail can pick up all sorts of leaves outside and bring them in the house.

The black tail can try to tip over Mom’s bottle of tea if she isn’t looking.

The orange tail can leave bits of orange fluff all over if it isn’t brushed.

The black tail can get in Mom’s face when she’s trying to sleep.

The orange tail can fly high and mighty on runs through the house.

The black tail can thump wildly when impatient.

Put these two tails together and you don’t get a new color.  You get love.  Without these two tails Mom would be mighty lonely.

The end.