The Fluffinator

Fidget is considered to be a "medium-haired" cat.  Not short.  Not long.  Medium.  It seems to me as though this is just a nice way to say that he has short hair, but sheds like a Husky in July.  He has an extremely thick undercoat that makes him look sort of puffy (oh, wait...maybe that's just fat) and produces mass amounts of "fluff" every time I brush him.  We believe him to be a mix between a Siamese and an Egyptian Mau, and I'm fairly sure that neither Egypt nor Siam have extremely cold seasons where it would be necessary for a cat to have a built-in goose down vest.  Is Siam cold?  Actually, I have no idea.  I don't think that Siam is even a recognized place anymore--kind of like Persia.  Why do people say that they're Persian?  Persia stopped kicking quite a while ago...anywho.

Because of his extraordianary insulation, I have to brush Fidget quite frequently.  This, however, is never a simple task.  It's more of a conquest, really, because Fidget *hates* his brush.  He will lay there nicely for approximately 8 seconds until he realizes that his foe is touching him.  Fidget then morphs into a creature that I fondly call, The Fluffinator.  His only mission is to kill his target victim, ruthlessly.  Sarah Connor has no worries with that stupid robot compared to the wrath of The Fluffinator.  I've provided a few examples of the pitiless and cruel treatment of his brush:

Oh, he is a tireless beast!  The Fluffinator is eventually able to be subdued through a vice grip to the cranium and a stern talking to, but this is only a single battle won out of the 100 Brush War.

Fidget's brother, Henry, is actually quite pleasant to brush.  He lays quietly and purrs, and generally turns into a ragdoll that I can turn around, upside down and backwards.  The only issue with Henry is somewhat of a phenomenon:  my pitch-black cat sheds white.  However, I'm content with having some kind of weird codominant gene in one of my cats rather than having them both with delusions that they are the cat equivalent to Rambo.  It is not a brushing day today, thank goodness, but I am prepared for my next encounter with The Fluffinator.