Friday, September 10, 2004

Fleas

I told them I was being bitten by something but they ignored me.
And so I became infested with fleas, and now I am drenched in flea powder.
Not nice I can tell you. If only they had listened when I first told them.
When will they ever learn.

3 comments:

chasmanian said...

I know what you mean, dear chap. My idiot people think they can economise by not giving me my 'drops' on a monthly basis. They keep trying to eke out the time between applications, and the result is often disastrous. before you know it I have brought all KINDS of things in from outside, and they are running around whacking at their ankles. It get so hot & humid here in Florida that the fleas multiply like mad!

Andrew Brel said...

Well Ostur,

Its alright for you, bragging about your hot weather. Round these parts we get about five minutes of sunshine a year. They call it summer, and you know its here because thats when the fleas come out.

You'd think they would have spotted the connection by now, but no.........they wait until i'm half shredded by the little blighters before they spend a penny on flea killer.

I'm getting my own back though. The fleas have been gone for ages, and when I know they are looking at me, I scratch.

Ha ha.. You should see them shaking their heads and going 'I dont believe it.' Revenge is sweet.

chasmanian said...

I'm not sure I SHOULD be bragging about the weather right now. apparently there's another one of those Hurricanes on the way. When that happens, they don't let us out of the door, and we're locked up for several days, having to use the litter tray (which they really don't clean out often enough) Yuck.... not to mention having to SHARE the tray with Ringo, who poops all over the place!