Kate felt a strong tingle, but it was kind of pleasant. She slid her fingers across the fur, ruffling it back and forth, marveling that she couldn’t feel any paint or anything—the pattern must have been dyed in, and she couldn’t imagine how much time that would take. Even having highlights put in her hair seemed to take forever; a complex pattern must take ages, especially to have the colors so vibrant and natural-looking. The zebra would have had to had her hip bleached first, to lighten up the stripes. Unless she was a boring grey pony that had been dyed to look like a zebra.