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Fleas!
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My human likes to roll me on my back and rub my stomach. It's kind of annoying, but I usually let her indulge herself for a moment or two before squirming out of her grasp. After her latest trick, however, I'm not so sure I should let her do it anymore. She started poking through my hair and muttering something to the effect of, "Fleas! Ugh! You're a designer cat and you're never outdoors - you're not supposed to have fleas!" It's the dog's fault, of course - I'm sure I got those fleas by lying on her bed. |
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I didn't mind the fleas so much, although they made me itch a little. The remedy was much, much worse. My human's boyfriend pulled out this little tube that he got from work. It was called "Advantage," or something like that. Before I had a chance to get away, my human grabbed me and smeared this tube of stinky stuff all over the back of my neck. |
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It was torture! It felt yukky and smelled bad and there was no way I could get it off. Why did they put it in a place I can't reach? I scrambled all over the house, but I couldn't get away from that smell. Binga watched my activity with some amusement.
Little did she know that she was next in line to get the Advantage. Boodie got it too. And so did the dog (actually what she got had a different name - Frontline, I think it was). I hope the dog hated it as much as I did.
August was a really dull month around here. It was really, really hot and nobody felt like doing much except sleeping. Look at this picture of Binga taking a nap. You'd never guess she's a mean, domineering bully.
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