After taking care of a few things outside, I walked to the back door when something caught my eye. I'd know that tuft of calico hair anywhere: Snicker's tail. My heart skipped a beat, wondering if the fox who'd given us trouble last year had returned (she'd even tried snatching Snickers who smartly jumped onto a garbage can out of the wily fox's jaws). But before I could panic, up trotted Snickers like nothing had happened. I grabbed her and gave her tail an examination. Yep. Definitely hers. Oddly, she didn't seem to notice her tail was an inch shorter, so I didn't bother telling her (she'd probably only be self-conscious about it anyway).
I'm guessing she got it chopped off by the door but it's a mystery who did it. None of the girls are strong enough to swing it closed and I think I would have noticed a yowling cat who'd had part of her body clipped off.
If only animals could speak, huh? I'd have a lot of questions.