One of the reasons I fell in love with my cat Tarot was his beautiful orange fur. Little did I know when I adopted him 14 years ago that I should have named him "Pigpen", instead of Tarot. Remember Charlie Brown's friend Pigpen, the kid who had little dirt clouds following him as he walked? Well, that is my cat Tarot. It seems that to most cats the act of licking yourself to get clean comes natural. Well, not to Tarot. Oh, he will lick the other cats in the house and will on occasion lick the dog but will NEVER clean himself. As such, I must shave him twice a year to get all the crud off his body. I wouldn't have to resort to bringing him to the groomer to get him shaved if he would just let me brush him. But, every time I attempt to brush him or wipe him down with a wet cloth he freaks out and bites and scratches like he was fighting for his life! So now he gets shaved and although he won't be winning any beauty contests he will at least be clean.