A Ginger Tom?

When I was still wearing shorts, we had a ginger tom called Rusty who roamed freely bringing us little parcels of deceased creatures. When our road was being tarmaced, Rusty erroneously jumped into a barrel of tar. You might have thought that would be the end of him but  due to the amazing efforts of the local vet, Rusty lived to hunt another day, albeit with most of his tail missing.