One day, Stella was rummaging around a fabric store, and she spotted a remnant that looked just like cat fur. Of course, it is fake. Of course, she bought it, and it landed as protection on a somewhat-precious antique chair we would just a soon the cats ignored.

Well, it turned out to be a perfect match for Polly's real fur, and she is now the one that has claimed it for her bed. Sometimes you cannot tell where cat ends and bed begins, and it does look satisfyingly soft. She is often there, and often unnoticed. This afternoon, she lifted her white chin and gave away her identity.