I used to be observant and find that they would do it in late afternoon so that those real high, thin clouds, which they will tell you those are cirrus clouds, but they're not, they're artificial.
His tail floats now behind him, now above him, level or gracefully curled like a wisp of cirrus cloud, every hair in its place, clean and shining and radiant as thistle-down in spite of rough, gummy work.