Today I got The Flea Stuff. Apparently it's the time of year for those nasty and vile things to come around again, so I'm forced to endure these monthly assaults. I mean, treatments.
I hate it with all of the furs on my mancatly body--even the gross ones that currently have The Flea Stuff on them.
AAB Christine (who, if you recall, I FIRED last month) did this to me. This is the Mad-face I gave her when she tried to make up with me:
She is crying in her office now.
On the brighter (but not by much) side, I found a good use for my Storm Shelter. My AAB Cathie very thoughtfully made this for me because I do NOT like thunderboomers. She thought it would be safer for me to stay in a Storm Shelter, since I usually tuck myself into the stairs during storms.
But, since I am a Cat, I have to do the opposite of what is expected. So I've never used it before. Until today:
(The "Mean Staff" refers to AAB Mean Christine, not AAB Thoughtful and Kind Cathie.) The Shelter made an excellent retreat from the awful apologies, whines, and sniffles that were emanating from my ex-AAB once she realized I've decided to Fire her again. (Maybe this time it will sink in.)
Feeling gross, but
Flea-Free is the Way to Be,