Now Lolita is working the tail. A green glass vase on the fireplace - which has always been there - came crashing to the floor the other day, a victim of "The Tail" reaching through the bars of the playpen. And our new puppy, a street rescue, is being teased by "The Tail" (a game of roulette that I've tried to discourage).
The tail is a multipurpose appendage. It's good for reaching with, and for hanging by, and for wrapping around your body when you curl up to sleep.
All of which has given me tail envy. I wouldn't actually give my right arm for a tail. But maybe my left...