The rain that washed away the dirt on your cat’s fur? Now that’s you.
The mist on her face that cleaned away the grime? Now that’s you.
The branches and leaves that rubbed her skin, tugging away dead fur? Now that’s you.
The tree trunks she scaled that kept her claws short? Now that’s you.
Cats never groomed themselves. Mother Nature groomed them. Now we have to do the job. Or it won’t get done.