Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Suddenly I am even fuzzier than usual and much more grey.

I'm sitting at my desk, naked, and Perrine just jumped in my lap and got extremely fidgety and squirmy ... and is suddenly power-shedding. So my thighs, forearms, and chest -- the parts she can rub against -- have little tufts of grey fur on them.

Does this mean meteorological spring[*] (or zoological spring) has started? Should I think about collecting the season's fluff and learning to spin, or are cat-hair fibers too short to make decent thread? Perrine is very soft... and I predict a bumper crop of dust bunnies this year. How about cat-felt?

If I were insanely dedicated to ridiculously time-consuming "because I can" projects, I could try to separate the hairs by colour so that I could knit or weave a tabby cloth instead of an all-mixed-together grey. But I'm not going to do that. In fact, I'm not even going to think it -- as soon as I've posted this entry, I'll forget that I wrote that sentence.

I've said before that I thought it'd be nifty to have a coat of cat-like fur, but I meant growing one myself, not wearing Perrine's hand-me-down fur ...

[*] Astronomical spring, of course, starts this weekend -- Sunday morning, in my time zone. And actually I recall a television weather meteorologist declaring that meteorological spring started a while ago (maybe 1 March?) but the Baltimore weather doesn't seem to have gotten the memo back then.