I first moved to Tassie in 1986. Mainly for a lovely lady.
Her grandmother lived up the north east in the hills and was a real card.
One night when we were visiting the grandmother entered the room with an arm-full of something I did not immediately recognise.
Next second she was flipping the pelts on to the table like a deck of, well, cards .....that was fluffy, that was puss puss, that was ginger, etc etc. The dear old lady had skun every cat she had ever owned and tanned the pelt as a memento. Must have been a dozen of them.