At last, I can rest easy in my bed because this morning, I found Molly's friend, Tailor's home. There he/she was large as life sitting on a windowsill two floors up in the suspected block of flats. At least now, when he goes missing at night and at weekends I know he is being cared for. All I have to do now is ring the buzzer downstairs in the said block and ask for his/her real name, which probably bears no relationship to his tail. Mission almost accomplished.
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