One, is an eight year old, eight pound, prissy, diva cat who rules the roost (or more importantly the food bowl). I call her "Baby", The Mister calls her "Fur Ball".
The other cat is a fourteen year old, sixteen pound, easy-going, pushover. His name is Zork. (Why Zork, you ask? All The Mister's cats have been named Zork. That's why.)
As you can see, Baby has long beautiful hair. Shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen...well not really flaxen, but you get my point. She is vain about it, too. She is constantly grooming and grooming, determined to show off her beautiful hair to it's best advantage.
Zork helps her, when she will let him. He knows that she likes to look her best.
All that grooming and all that hair causes problems. You know how when you brush your hair, you have to clean out the brush after? Well, lets just say they don't embrace that concept. The hair brush concept, that is.
And it leads to digestive upset. We will just leave it at that...
So, tomorrow, Baby goes to the beauty parlor. Actually, the vet. She will come home without the hair. She will be more comfortable in the long run, but she will be annoyed for awhile.
And she will take it out on Zork. She will lay in wait for him and attack him and confine him to whatever part of the house she wants him to stay in, just by looking at him. It is really her most unattractive habit.
As I said, he is pretty easy-going, so he will take it and not hold a grudge.