I was settling down for the night on the sofa next to Florence.
It was dark but I could see a little wisp of white cotton wool on her dark flank.
I plucked at it and it sailed gracefully up in the air and down again to the same place.
I did the same again and the same thing happened.
I grasped a little more firmly and this time the cotton wool resisted me.
It was then that I realised I’d been pulling on the very tip of Florence’s tail, which is white!
She’s the sweetest, most good-tempered little thing so she didn’t mind.
She won’t be little for long, though; she’s gone from six kilos to eight kilos in two weeks.