I am a clean pooka. Every day I like to clean my feets. I clean between my paddies and bite off all my dead claw casings. The humans get cross because I leave the casings on the floor. Foolish humans. They know I can't reach the bin.
I especially like it when the female human takes me on the balcony and gives me a good brush. She won't do it inside because she says I am too furry. When it is warmer, she and the male human are going to give me a bath and shampoo. It sounds very exciting.