FLEAS - PART II

Now I had to tell you the outcome of the stand-off over the flea squirting.

I was majestic. I was careful the whole day. Every time a two leg approached me I made them show me their hands to make sure they were not concealing the dreaded squirter.

The day passed with complete success and even Max and Sebastian began to lose that smell that comes from the squirt. The evening wore on and it got nice and warm and cosy in the house and Max and Sebastian were asleep - Seb in his pet bed and Max in his right next to the radiator. I heard Max's contented purr and Sebastian's deep snore. The two legs were watching the magic box that holds all those people and places.

He got up to make a cup of tea and I snuggled down in his chair all nice and warm from where he had been. I heard him come back snort and go and sit in the other chair. I was comfortable. I was warm. I was tired from the day's excitement and from my subterfuge. I drifted off into a lovely sleep with this magnificent bowl of tuna just out of my reach. I kept stretching out to reach it but it inched away every time.

She was there! She squirted the back of my neck with the cold smelly stuff.

It was so quick I didn't have time to strike out. I made straight for my tunnel and hid.

"Good boy, Casper. Come and have a treat. All over now!" she cooed

Not blooming likely. I thought they had forgotten about it but they have memories like flipping elephants. I really thought I had triumphed and then a sneaky attack when my eyes were closed.

I shall get revenge