Mom is positively fixated on my floof right now. She calls me over with love in those deep brown eyes, and the pets are good, then she starts to get a little handsy. Pretty soon there is fur pulling and biting. Every petting session becomes a sly excuse to hunt for early signs of an Alphalpha Hair. What's that you ask?
My coat is made up of two distinct types of fur. A slick shiny topcoat that runs along, well my top, and a downy floof that lies beneath. An Alphapha Hair is created when the soft undercoat gets matted under the topcoat, causing the topcoat to jut out and ruin the line of my coat.
Sigh. It's not easy to be this gloriously floofed.
I will be snuggling with Dad for awhile.