Well here's the update:
Padge was bitten through the tail while we were on holidays in Tasmania, something our beloved housesitter dealt with admirably. When we arrived home, about a week after it happened, we were greeted by this:
We were so shocked when we'd got the phonecall about the attack that we'd imagined the worst (the vet had threatened amputation at one point), and were so relieved to find him merely curly that we instantly started putting the family black humour to work...
Poodle Padge with his little white vag... (to the tune of Postman Pat)
Little fat cat with a pug-dog tail... (Extras)
The tail has healed quite well, and we're pretty sure it won't be lopped off, because it has feeling and (slight) movement right up to the tip, but it will never be straight again. It's lost that lovely slinky quality that handsome cat tails have.
Luckily Padge is a cat who says hello with his forehead, butting into your leg/ arm/ head as he approaches. (Pooter, on the other hand, likes to touch you with his tail as he walks past.) Now he butts you to say hello, then jumps on your lap, and as he turns to curl into your legs, his tail wraps around your arm like the hook of an umbrella. It's very sweet.
Pooter, is, of course, very jealous at the amount of attention given to Padge.
But he'd rather have a handsome tail than attention, and he knows that he'll never be mistaken for that fat slob ever again. So there.