When I sit or lie on the arm of this chair, my Dad brushes me. It is the only place I like to be brushed. It makes me VERRRRRRRRRY happy. I much prefer Dad to brush me than Mom. I am inclined to put the bitey on Mom when she does it (because she tries to sneak in some brushes on my floofy belly and that is a no no).
C'mon, Dad! Finish raking the leaves and come and give me some brushing! Otherwise I will hack up a huge hairball just to show you how much loose fur I have.