Oh Marley:
Why must you make me chase you around the house with the cat brush to help get rid of your winter coat?? For I know, and you know, that one of your greatest pleasures in life (after bringing strange reptiles/baby animals into the house and letting them roam free for later, but before stealing my pillow in the middle of the night so I end up with a crick in the neck) is getting brushed. In fact, once I start brushing you only allow me to stop once my hand cramps up. And even then you lodge a protest.
