March 19th 2012 11:44 pm
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I saw my mum advance on Josie yesterday and then grab her and put something on her neck. "Save yourself Toby", called Josie. "Run like the wind." So I did.
I can run really fast but our flat is small and my mum quite determined and in the end she got me. Yikes! Flea treatment dripped on my neck. I don't like it at all.
Mum says when she was a little girl cats had it worse as they used aerosol flea spray and cats then would have loved just a few drops instead. I don't believe that to be true. Mum was never a little girl; she was borned a crazy cat lady.
Josie thought mum might have enjoyed the flea treatment thing so much she would want to repeat it so she hid. I thought that meant I would get all the treats to myself but Josie heard mum say to me that she was opening the cheesy ones and Josie loves cheese so dared to come out. Cheesy Dreamies. Mmmm!
The flea treatment smelled funny and I couldn't reach it to lick it off but the smell is wearing off and I think we've survived. I told my mum I would rather have fleas but she said that she wouldn't.
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I have to have flea treatment once a month as I'm allergic to them. It's not the best smell for a couple of days but it goes away. Mum calls me stinky puss when I have it on. Trust me the alternative is far worse.
I think my Mom was born as a Crazy Cat Lady also, Toby. I don't get the flea treatment because it makes me all hyper, even more than I am already. Timo gets it and I think that keeps all the fleas away from both of us. I'm too ornery to get fleas anyway. Mom says when she was a little girl, her cat had to wear a flea-collar. It smelled bad and the cat had to wear it all summer long.