The cats are very strange about getting a brushing: Annabelle loves it, but shje has really become the perfect lap cat; Thatch is either hellbent on a good brush or he can pass, mostly he loves it; Stella, however is problematic/ She tries to eat the brush, she fights me, and yet once I'm brushing A * T, she wanders around my bed, brushing against me and encouraging me to pass the brush over one of her sides. Her hair is so long, she needs a really good brushing more than the other two.