Timon looked appalled by the demons question. The thought that anyone would so much as dare commit such a crime was outrageous. He took great pride in his fur, balancing his diet and grooming it daily to ensure that it kept both its healthy shine and softness. Not to mention the time he took to pluck out every grey strand of fur he could find.

“Not a chance!” the meerkat blurted out. “But that’s completely different! You can’t compare clothes to fur. Fur to hair, yes. But clothes? Not a chance! Would you go out in public if someone shaved off all your hair? You don’t even have to answer, I know you wouldn’t. THAT is more accurate.” Timon sighed and brought a paw to his face. “Of course you know what this means; now we need to find you some fur.”