I love my cat Oprah. And, yes. That's her name. Really, I do. She's fun to take naps with. And I don't mind petting her when she jumps up on the arm of the chair and nudges my hand. I love her so much that will actually change her food constantly because she's so darn picky. And only love is an emotion strong enough for me to clean out a litter box. Truly. Because that is NASTY! But, yes. I do indeed love my cat. But there are limits. And, regardless of the fact that this bizarre new product called the Licki Brush wants me to, I am certainly not going to lick Oprah so she feels wanted, appreciated and loved. Have you all seen this thing?