Dreadly!

I mean, one can try to brush Picci...but she will wriggle, hiss and bark like a squirrel before secreting away to throw up on something or harass her sister...

But last weekend I noticed a little twist in her neck-area fluff and thought, "Hmm! That bears watching," in the manner of a dentist with an eye on a dental cary.

Well. Here's what I found last night!:

Dem pig a rasta an' ting!

Promptly clipped out said fluff-knot and sent it off to be made into mittens for some orphans!