I just remembered a story that occurred some time ago when I was living on a farm with my parents out in the country and I thought perhaps you would like to hear it. I owned this black kitten named Kelizah, and I loved her to death. One day I had her up in my treehouse and I was tying a ribbon around her neck. As I went to cut it off, she squirmed and I accidentally cut off a sliver of her ear. It was just the part with the extra skin, and she was allright, but I still felt terrible for days. Eventually she forgave me, but she always bore the crecent-shaped notch on her ear. She disappeared before she was fully grown, probably because of coyotes. She was my most favorite cat that I've owned so far, and I would give anything to have her back.