Here I am on a blustery fall weekend. Good thing I'm inside on my fresh-from-the-dryer fleece blanket. I've been preparing for a long, cold winter: witness my girth and extra-thick, super-insulating belly fur.
I sometimes scratch my ear or my forehead (on the bald-ish part) too hard. Recently I scratched four spots on my right side and one on my left. Now I have tough-looking scabs. Like I used to get when I was on the mean streets.