"You don't scare me Mr hoover"

I hate hoovering, but having cats makes it fun. Hoovering and Jonesy cat made it very good fun!! The other two cats hated the sound, and even look, of the hoover, and would run a mile when I got it out. Ripley, in particular would end up being chased from room to room as I moved about the house, skulking under furniture if I even ventured through a room door. She hated the hoover with a passion, and still does to this day. Peanut, on the other hand, totally ignores it....in fact carries on sleeping the sleep of a knocked out cat while I whizz around her. Jonesy was a different kettle of fish! He would challenge the hoover's very existence. Right from a little kitten...okay from a bundle of podgy kitten....he would look at the hoover as I got it out with utter disdain. He would cock his head as if to say "what is this thing" and sit bolt upright. When I switched the hoover on he would not even flinch as Ripley shot away into the distance. He would nonchalantly wash himself in the most awkward place, like the middle of the sitting room, or on the stairs, as I tried to get him to move. I would have to gently edge up to him with the brush and shove at his backside to try and get him to move. At times I would have to shove hard to get him to even stand up! Once I took the brush off and used the nozzle close to him to see if it would make him move faster....nope.....I ended up sucking his fur, much to Jonesy's shock. It didn't make him move, though. He simply swiped at the nozzle with his paw! Even his tail was sucked up the hoover when he wouldn't get out of the way. Many a time Jonesy's fur got the hoover treatment...he just would not move. Even as he got ill he would still peer down from the great height of a table as I hoovered as if to say "you don't scare me Mr hoover"!