Hands on the Fur, Pal

Lady Sonya enjoyed getting brushed. She would stand patiently, odd for any cat, I know, and allow it for the equivalent of one cat hour, or about five human minutes.

Through the entire brushing, she would stare, or glare at anyone human or cat, who dared interrupt any part of the ritual.

Although, I often attempted to distract her with her favorite string, or by pointing out that she had a black mustache, well you can see the result . . . don't think so, she seemed to say.