Beware of cat tails

Any regular readers will know that occasionally I digress into little snippets of real life. This one is rated 'PG' which means that my mother should probably skip it.

The scene - Fitness class on Hallowe'en. We were told last week that we could wear costumes, but most of us came as 'work-out' people. I did wear an orange tank and black shorts to somewhat salute the day.

Two women actually got dressed up; which is a challenge when you're also having to work out. One came as a mime, with a black bowler cap secured around the chin with an elastic, white T with bow tie, and black capris with black suspenders and white gloves, the latter of which she eventually had to remove for the weights portion of the class.

The other costumed woman wore a great cat outfit with well-secured cat ears, makeup whiskers and black nose, and a long, black, stuffed, somewhat curly tail attached to the black belt which she wore around her waist.

Cat lady was in front of me, so that tail was somewhat distracting as we bounced up and down during the aerobic portion, but I managed to follow the instructor.

Finally it was time to lay down on our backs, with legs bent waiting for the crunches to start.

Suddenly a howl of laughter erupted from the whole class as we all stared at Cat Lady. It seems that she had shifted her belt around to position her tail in the front, in order to lay more comfortably on her back. There she was, long black, somewhat-bent tail at a 45 degree angle between her legs.

Needless to say, belt and tail were quickly removed.