Yesterday morning Dave gave all five of our furry, four-legged children their flea treatment. He found a pretty sly way to do it in which the cats did not get stressed. When they were sleeping, he started petting them and then, unbeknown to them, squirted the flea ointment on their neck.
Well, Flora, our orange kitty, quickly figured out that something stinky was on her. She kept turning her head and sniffing. She kept licking her shoulders.
Dave decided that Flora was trying to lick the flea ointment off of her. So, every time she turned her head and licked he would sternly tell her to stop. She's a cat. She doesn't listen. So, this is what resulted:
Dave (to Flora): Flora, stop it! *pause* Flora! Stop licking!
Flora licks again and saunters towards her cat bed.
Dave (to Flora): Flora, if you keep licking I'm going to take you to the SPCA to get flea dipped! Do you know how they flea dip cats? They grab you buy the ears and dunk you in a vat of flea dip all the way up to your head! It isn't fun. So, stop licking.
Missy (to Dave): You know she's a cat, right? She kind of doesn't understand anything other than meow.
LOL! you two are too funny!
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