Fluffy Cat

Fluffy doesn’t look as much like a cat as what a cat might cough up.
He’s all fur, and unless he’s walking around, it’s hard to tell one end from another.
We’re not too sure how he sees through all of that.
And when it’s dinner time, he waits until we’ve left the kitchen before he goes for his bowl.
We find him in the strangest places.
The sink. A punchbowl. Inside a boot.
We thought about getting Fluffy a companion, so we picked up one of those hairless cats.
They sleep curled together, Yin and Yang extremes of hair.