I don't tolerate being brushed very much, so I've developed some mats in my fur. Mom and Dad forced me to get Furminated some tonight and they brushed, cut, and picked out two of the big knots until I got really hissy. So now I'm downstairs on the couch, ignoring Dad when he came through to the kitchen, and being shunned by the giant stuffed pink cat-bear on the couch. There might be a well-placed hairball later. Just sayin'.