Cat Daddy: “Oh my God. What’s happened to Louis’s fur?”
Me, imagining the horror of a Code Brun situation: “Erm, why? What’s wrong with it?”
Him: “It’s gone all weird.”
Him: “Like tiger bread.”
Him: “Come and look.”
It turned out that the cause of Cat Daddy’s alarm was Louis Catorze’s fur cracks. Now, they’re nothing new, and we are frequently marvelling at the weirdness of the tail ones, in particular. However, what struck me about this particular set was how pale Catorze’s skin is; underneath all that black fur, the little sod is white. Not nature-white which, in fact, is not white at all but more like an off-white. Sa Maj is bright paper-white.
This makes him the, erm, polar opposite of polar bears, who have black skin under their white fur. (Thank you, Lizzi, for telling me about this and sending me down a Google Image rabbit hole from which I can never climb out.)
I expect that the white skin is something I knew anyway, on some level, but now I can’t stop thinking about and am unhealthily obsessed with exactly what we’d be left with if Catorze had no fur. I imagine it would be something like this, but whiter and with much larger fangs:
And, when the little sod sleeps on my lap, I can’t resist parting his fur to peek at the paper-whiteness. (He is not a fan of this, as it’s also what I do just before giving him his flea treatment.)
We are shocked, but not surprised, to STILL be discovering weird things about him, all these years after he first came to
torment live with us. Life with Catorze truly is beset with labyrinthine twists and turns.