Fleas!






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,
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.
My human figured we were bored on top of being hot, so she got us a new toy—another one of her two-dollar specials, of course. At least this one was pretty interesting—a mouse that squeaked whenever anyone batted it.
Of course I would have preferred something a little more elaborate, but it was pretty entertaining for about 15 minutes.






Boodie liked it too. But then, Boodie likes everything.
Binga didn’t think it was so hot.
I gave them my stamp of approval too, by laying on them. People don’t understand about laying on documents and other important papers, but then why should they? After all, it’s a Cat Thing.
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