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OMG, my cat has skin after all! Every other time I've tried to part her fur look, all I've found under her fur was more fur (leading me to believe that she had no skin, but just transitioned directly at some point from fur to stomach), but this time I got to see skin with hairs growing out of it instead of Yet More Layers of undercoat.

I think she has dandruff. There are little white flakes sprinkled through the hairs that come off on the grooming brush.

OMG, my cat has skin after all! Every other time I've tried to part her fur look, all I've found under her fur was more fur (leading me to believe that she had no skin, but just transitioned directly at some point from fur to stomach), but this time I got to see skin with hairs growing out of it instead of Yet More Layers of undercoat.

I think she has dandruff. There are little white flakes sprinkled through the hairs that come off on the grooming brush.

"If you guard your toothbrushes and diamonds with equal zeal, you'll probably lose fewer toothbrushes and more diamonds." -- Former U.S. National Security Advisor McGeorge Bundy

"If you guard your toothbrushes and diamonds with equal zeal, you'll probably lose fewer toothbrushes and more diamonds." -- Former U.S. National Security Advisor McGeorge Bundy

In hindsight, a black skirt is not the best choice of clothing for transport-the-cat day. A stressed, overheated, medium-hair tabby can render an awful lot of her environment a fluffy grey, including a couple of parking lots we stopped in along the way.

Fluffy fluffy fluffy
Tufts hang in the air
In the absence of any breeze.
Fur refusing to fall
Because it would be less decorative on the ground.

Seriously. Clouds of grey fur just hanging there around head height after Perrine had been petted a bit by anniemal while I ran into a store to buy cat litter.

In hindsight, a black skirt is not the best choice of clothing for transport-the-cat day. A stressed, overheated, medium-hair tabby can render an awful lot of her environment a fluffy grey, including a couple of parking lots we stopped in along the way.

Fluffy fluffy fluffy
Tufts hang in the air
In the absence of any breeze.
Fur refusing to fall
Because it would be less decorative on the ground.

Seriously. Clouds of grey fur just hanging there around head height after Perrine had been petted a bit by anniemal while I ran into a store to buy cat litter.