So I open my front door the other morning and this is what I see... no clue where this cat came from but it was relaxing on my front porch. I went outside to see if it was friendly and it came to me. He only had half of a tail... which was sad. But he was a friendly thing until he decided he'd had enough of my pets and began to attack my hand, which I promptly left him alone since for all I know he's a stray and I don't want to contract some disease. So my son tells me he thinks it's one of the "Snickers" cats from up the street... the ones born in the snickers box. He said they are living out in the barn or something behind the house. Sad. And it's already lost half a tail.