Years ago, I was scared shitless. I was a preteen, taking the trash out to the side of the house. It was a cool, spring night, the moon put a light blue glow on everything, and there was a subtle wind blowing. I picked up the lid of the trash bin, began to toss in the trash, and shrieked. I'm pretty sure I actually tossed the bag in, but it's been a few years and I was pretty terrified in that moment. I ran inside and I've been very resistant to go out and throw anything in the trash in a subtle glow of the moon since.
What was it that scared me so bad? A raccoon. I still remember it's beady, mischievous eyes, the fluffy, filthy tummy, and the tail with rings of pure evil pointing up at me.
When I got Kit-Cat, I didn't really pay much attention to his tail. (To confirm, for those of you who may know my cat, his name is Mr. Jones, but he goes by Kit-Cat now.) Now that he's adult-sized, fluffy, and has lost weight (which means his energy is back, so he's way more active), I see the resemblance.
One day, I was walking across the room in the dark, with a light glow coming through the windows. Nighttime just happens to be when kitty cats are most active. I saw something fluffy, with rings of evil following behind it, dash mischievously in front of me. I quickly grabbed a broom and chased after the nasty beast!
Of course, Kit-Cat did not appreciate the little swift I gave his hinny. He attacked me for the next week after that!
Anyways, lesson learned. Keep Kit-Cat's tail dyed and a bell on his collar at all times!