Getting Charmee groomed involves a dinner of gooshy stinky goodness, his new laserbeam pen from Staples, a catnip 'nana, and the vent brush ... and results in very. little. grooming.
"Ow! Ow! Owie! Dose are my furs!"
"Charmee-dood! Hold still!"
"I need dose furs! I had 'em the way I liked 'em already!"
Well ... that was an exercise in futility!
Until I set the brush and banana on the carpet and Charmee decided to lay on them (!) and get his nice brushing after all! He's purring contentedly and flicking his tail ever so slightly ... so I win, right?!?
Mom = 1
Charmee = 0