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Sunday, October 11, 2009

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Our cats have fleas! They bite their knees! Fleas. Fleas are creepy little hoppy buggers that live on blood. And they have infested our felines, because of the whole Ghost going outside thing, which he doesn't do anymore because he lost his nice collar I had JUST bought him, and that had his license on it, and he's a roamer, and well, the whole flea thing was as good of an excuse as any to stop letting him go outside. He's pretty butthurt about it and spends a chunk of time every now and then tapdancing on the glass in the door to communicate that he would, in fact, like to go outside and chase some leaves, but too bad collar loser. Al is the main flea comber, she is quick and can squish the little bastards before they hop. It still gives me the heebie jeebies though, even if (to my knowledge) I haven't been bitten.

1 comments:

MissTottenham said...

Catch those fleas and open your own flea circus.

Something to do now the nights are drawing in hahahah!