Quite a challenging prompt again.

There is no fur in our little Shack. Fur is… ick… when not adorning its original host, that is. We do have a couple of Polar Fleece blankets, but that’s definitely not the same.

Back to the Archive again, sorry.

Now that we have neither cat nor dog companions, I frequently find myself longing to plunge my hands into some fur and to snuggle up to a little warm and furry body.

Here’s the late and much-loved Dusty.

Oh, and me and my extra Lockdown lbs.

Dusty had gorgeous fur.

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The Scattered Thinker is somewhat past her prime, but not yet in any danger of giving up. In the Inter-world, she is often known as plumbum, or sometimes as ulygan. In the Real Life, she goes by the name of Beth. Beth is a roamer. She lives in a motorhome and has a backup static caravan that serves as a bolthole if needed. Bricks and mortar are very much a thing of the past. Contact Beth if you would like to correspond with paper and pen.