I have a lot of hair on my head. Like… a LOT. None of it is straight unless I force it to be. Everywhere I go, I leave long blondish or brownish curls behind me. I think it’s an attempt, by my head, to keep the hair to head at a fair ratio. I’d never get away with a major crime, their would be hair fibers all over the place.

Yesterday, I was enjoying a bubble bath, and I was looking at one of those long hairs that had fallen out of my head. I had placed it on the white tub edge, and was examining it’s interesting color combinations. it started out dark, obviously it had escaped the last couple of blonde updates, then went blond, then really blond, before moving into a golden color and then ending almost redish.

Then, I began to look at a second hair, one that confused me. Maybe the heat and steam were getting to me. It was stick straight and very dark, about an inch long, and in the middle had a tiny bit of gold, almost as if it had a stripe. I swear I looked at that hair for five minutes trying to figure out where on earth my hair was straight, short, and striped. Pru sat there with me, in her usual place – on the edge of the tub – with her dark fur and golden stripes.

“Hey… wait a minute… this didn’t come from me! This is you! This is a cat fur!”

“Duh.”