This is me helping Mom with her sheeps wool, way back when we used to live in North Carolina and I was an Only Cat. She dyed the fur pink, and was using some sort of device to separate the locks and make it all nice and fluffy, and ready to spin into yarn.
I love sheeps fur. I love to sniff it, to roll in it, to knead it, to sleep on it, and to burrow under it. I love yarn too.