Oh my Gosh it's that time of year again when the two legs get all excited about fleas.
You can't have a good old scratch without them shouting "Fleas!"
Now last year I was a novice to the game and they kept squirting me with this awful smelling stuff and then telling me how good I was and giving me treats.
Max and Seb on the other hand just wandered up to the two legs and took the squirt full on the neck and roamed off. They stunk of the stuff for ages afterwards.
Well today she got the squirty things out and caught Max and did him. I watched and he barely flinched but boy did he smell. Then she got Seb who never turns a hair whatever you do with him. He just stood there and looked for his treat and then went back to sleep. I could smell him from across the room.
"Come on Casper" came the sweet coo.
Not ruddy likely I thought and dived under the table.
There was a lot of coaxing and calling but I stayed resolute. Then he came on the scene. Dived under the table and grabbed me. I thought I had had it then but I managed to wriggle a leg free and scratch out. He was whimpering and moaning but held firm. It was a test of resolve. She came nearer with the vial of vile stuff (hey isn't that clever!) I wriggled a bit more and caught him on the arm and he flinched just enough to let me jump out of his arms and bound free. I found a lovely bolt hole in my tunnel. Every time they came near I swore and struck out.
They've put the stuff away now and I am unsquirted. I think this is a battle of wits that may last for some time. I remain undefeated.
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