Jinx has a lot of hair. Too much to deal with most of the time, so she's just been braiding it (or having Silco do it when he's not too broody or busy.) But then you came along, with your kind words and gentle hands. And you knew her hair was greasy as hell.

So you're trying to wash it, and she reacts as any rational mostly sane person would. She almost claws your eyes out trying to escape a hair wash.

"No!" She hisses, scratching at your arms. She trusts you, sure, but she also just doesn't want to get it washed. And she's worse than a toddler when she gets stubborn. "Absolutely not! I'll throw a glitter bomb on you!"