Well, it was some kind of tick that I pulled out of my cat. It came out very easily, and I can’t seem to find any sore on my cat’s skin where the tick had attached itself. From what I can tell by looking at images of a bloated tick, that’s what it was.
While I pulled it out by its end that was stick up and not by the head in the skin, like it seems I was supposed to, it came out very easily, almost seemed to back out.
I realize now that I should have stuck the tick in a jar and took it somewhere to be tested for Lyme Disease, but….
I’m keeping an eye on my cat, who seems fine and doesn’t seem to have any sore spot in the area where I found the tick. But I’ll keep watching.
Thanks for the advice left on my previous post. It all helped.

I was sitting outside in the sun with my mom, and I was petting my cat. who likes to hang around with us. Especially in the sun.
Uh oh. What is this? A mole? A tumor? Something stuck on her skin under her fur as a result of her traipsing through our acres of weeds?
It looked a little like the tail end of a smooth (unsegmented) gray worm sticking out of the skin. Or maybe just a little pile of schmutz that landed between tufts of fur and stuck. I touched it with my finger. It moved
Uh oh. I go and get a pair of tweezers. Maybe I can pull it out, brave and stupid cat owner that I am.
Well, I did pull it out of what might have been a little hole in my cat’s back and placed in on the cement step. It looked like a small, smooth flat oval gray pebble, maybe one-half inch long. I poked it with the tweezers. What looked like little antennae appeared out of the end that had been on (or in) the cat’s skin.
I lifted my foot and smashed it. Splat. Well, a little splat. It was rather small.
After the fact, I googled around looking for what it might have been. The closest I could come was the botfly larva. If that’s what it was, oops. I wasn’t supposed to try to remove it by myself. Uh. Too late.
Only I’m not sure that’s what it was. I can’t find any hole or sore spot on my cat from where I removed the little creature.
I wish now that I had taken a photo of the specimen, before I splatted it, of course. Maybe someone on the Net could have identified it.
Maybe I’ll never know what the damned thing was, but I’m going to keep checking my cat for more moving bumps. And I’ll keep my tweezers handy.