The other day, Oliver climbed into my lap for a snuggle and his face was crunchy. I smelled it, but I couldn’t identify the cause of the crunchiness.
Obi came by a little while later and offered to de-crunchify his brother. The brown kitten happily washed the grey’s face. Both purred.
But the mystery went unsolved.
Until this weekend:
And the ring of crunchy returned.