My long-haired girl, Raven, is a whore for a brush. She fawns and squirms and writhes all over the floor, purring like a motorboat, and I have to follow her as she goes around rubbing against the furniture and walls. She loves having her tummy, face and head brushed as well.
My guy, Rasputin, doesn’t dislike it – he just think’s it’s playtime. So it’s pretty much impossible to get any real brushing done.
I lint-roller my cats. With one of those sticky rollers. They hate brushing, but they love being lint-rollered.
I do it mostly to keeping the amount they shed on the furniture down. If I get the loose hair off them directly, I don’t have to sweep and vacuum all the time.
We’ve got one, and our cat is way too big (not fat, just big) to fit under the arch. He still likes it just fine. Then again, he mostly just likes to rub his face on it anyway.
Well, he randomly attacked my arm while I was sleeping two nights ago, so his phone privileges are suspended, but maybe I can get him to send an email.