By this stage the air is full of fluff. And there is still more to come. And more...
You'd think she would look more grateful. This is her "you should have brushed me like this days and days ago" stare.
Which she proved by delivering a hairball an hour or so later. Yeuch.
Grooming the "upstairs cat" is all a bit trickier. No photo this time - she is an altogether quicker mover; zips in and out of shot, down the stairs and away outside and to the top of the apple tree before you know it.