Lisle kitty's disappointment was unmistakable.  Gerlinde shrugged off a disappointment of her own.  The doubt that the teeth would be enough to deter 'invaders' of the kitty was shivered off before it could take root.<br/><br/>All the same, her words had a mutter to them - they wore hobbles - as she picked up her scalpel.  "And maybe she would let you bite, kitty.  Maybe she will have you bite and bite just for the sake of entertainment.<br/><br/>"Point is, you would have them."  Gerlinde concluded her point to her satisfaction.  Then the scalpel dipped.  A pink mouth opened, split to white, showed red.  Gerlinde parted the red to find the coccyx.<br/><br/>She had made her case.  Now to work.<br/><br/>The bone knife felt its way around the coccyx, slicing it to prepare it as a joint for the tail in the tank.