I am the queen of the uphill battle

I have a brown, corduroy couch.

I have a white, long-haired cat.

I have an oft-used lint brush.

Though I don't know why I bother because this is what happens.

I start to brush the couch.

Curiosity piqued, Daisy hops up to investigate (depositing more fur).

WHAT'S THAT??

 

Then, she gets a little angry at the lint brush.

WHACHOO DOIN' TO MY COUCH?

And then she tries to destroy the lint brush altogether.

DIE, LINT BRUSH! DIE! NOM NOM NOM.

Until I give up completely and let her be.

DAMN RIGHT YOU DON'T MESS WITH MY COUCH.

Sigh.