Can't Do Right For Wrong

There are times when I think the two legs like to pick on us felines and tell us off no matter what we do.

There was I this morning having a post breakfast wash and clean before taking 40 winks on the window sill and out he comes, brushes and comb in hand.

"Casper!" he calls so half the neighbourhood can hear him "Time for a nice brush and comb before you have your de-fleaing drop."

I mean is that something you would want broadcast across the area? It's bad enough that he chooses to brush and comb me when I could be doing other things but to announce it at full volume and then to tell everyone that I have fleas! I mean that is the last straw.

I thought about going off in a huff but I knew he would just continue shouting until even the people up at Tesco heard him so I made my way over to him and laid down for the customary brush and comb. I even turned over to let him do the other side when he asked. I thought if I was compliant I might escape the dreaded flea drop.

When he had finished I got up and went outside and was impressed by the heat in the early morning sun. Max would like this but before I could go in and tell him I saw that he too was having the brush and comb treatment. I saw a lovely piece of sun drenched concrete and decided to have a full stretch on it and laid out rolling over and over feeling the heat burn deep into my bones - it was bliss.

"Oi Casper! I've just brushed you and now you are rolling in all the filth imaginable. get back here for a second go"

I checked and I was sure the check-out girls at Tesco were now fully aware of what I was doing. I rolled over to go in to see him and to my astonishment she came up behind me and squirted me with the flea drop. It stunk and was so cold on my neck I yelped.

That's it last time I go along with their silly ideas and get caught.