Ok, I HAPPEN to have very long, very fluffy fur. Not a day goes by, somebody doesn't hold me. Why, if I meow too much, Terry scoops me up and hauls me around the place.
She says I look like a giant fuzzball with tiny short legs sticking out of it. With the dry air, my furr sticks out even more, it seems.
Oh well, a hug now and then is fun, even if I pretend to protest. Hugs are very good things.