Oscar loves to chew on his tail. It’s one of his coping mechanisms. He was taken from his mother a bit too young, so he’s a little crazy. It’s also something he only does for Mom; he’ll jump into her arms and start furiously chewing and washing the tip. She’s been gone for nearly two weeks and he just couldn’t take it any more:
I was hanging out in a video call with H when suddenly the Chitter of Doom sounded next to me. You get about 2 seconds of warning when Oscar is about to jump on you. I moved my arms and he leapt right into them and began to yeet himself with abandon.
Any port in a storm, they say. Sometimes, you just need your comfort tail, and you don’t care who sees.