When I would lay on the sofa to watch TV, Ashfur would perch on the arm of the sofa and groom my hair. He would lick it until it was completely wet, then run his teeth through it from roots to ends to pull out any knots. Ouch! He was very laid back - nothing disturbed him. He was the only surviving kitten to a cat I had taken in from an owner who had died, and was told she had been spayed. Surprise!