Not my fault she has tangles!

I was combing Susan's hair last night – arranging it over the pillow – my claws a comb. It's very soothing to have your hair brushed. Almost as nice as having my ears rubbed – I suppose... Not sure about that ... Anyway, unfortunately, there was a bit of a snag – literally. My deft claw, in velvet glove, hit a tangle! In attempting free myself I suddenly tumbled from the bed and yanked her awake – not a good start to the day but a nice early start – 4.30 am. Not my fault she has tangles!