I love to be brushed!  I think it’s a fun game that Mom and I play.  Shakespeare hates to be brushed so he misses out on the game.

I don’t want anyone touching my fur.  It’s too beautiful as it is.

You could use a little brushing.  You pick up leaves and grass and stuff when you’re outside.

Well, unlike you, I manage to get my fur cleaned all by myself.

That’s silly.  You could get brushed and you would feel so good.  Last night Mom brushed and brushed and brushed me.  She said I had a couple of knots that she wanted to get out.

She brushed out enough fur to build another kitty.

I know.  I feel so thin now!

You’re not thin!

You’re just jealous ‘cuz Mom spent so much time brushing me.  I just wonder why all that fur comes out of me.  Is it because it’s so hot and I don’t need it?  Will it grow back in when it gets cold?  Is that why humans have to wear all those clothes…….’cuz they don’t have fur?  I think it’s much better to have fur.  Yes, getting brushed is about as good as when humans go to a spa and get a massage.

What do you know about that?

I read things on the internet.  The internet never lies…… least that’s what it says on the internet.