Bothered Cats

It looks as if the big noise of fireworks is over for awhile. She says don't count on it. There will be fireworks after it gets dark, believe me, She says. If there is one leftover firework, they will shoot it off tonight. The fireworks did keep our minds off the fleas, though. The flea collars He brought home do a lot of good. The medicine didn't work for us, but it does work for Her. Her ankles don't itch when She takes the medicine. That leaves us with two bothers. One is that the medicine makes Her sleepy and out of breath. The other is that getting rid of fleas is a terrible, horrible, awful, very bad job. First, you need to get the fleas off us. Since we refuse to take the medicine, the flea collar has to do that work, and it is slow. next, we have to get the fleas out of the house. It means putting out poison for the fleas, and keeping us out of it. Then, we have to put flea stuff outside, so they can't sneak back into the house like the did before. All these jobs have to be done at once, because fleas must be the most clever creatures on earth, and they know how to hide in one place and jump back to a safe place. How did they get so clever, do you suppose? Flea-killing stuff could be harmful to a person's beloved pets (ahem), so they have to be even more careful. I like to be a good sport, in a happy mood, but the fleas make that very hard. Today She was lucky, because She got to go have lunch with Hana'sGran and for a little while there, She forgot all about the flea trouble and the money trouble and the medicine-makes-her-sleepy trouble and just enjoyed Herself. She is lucky to have someone who can do that for Her, and She knows it. She did bring something home from that lunch, but it isn't for dinner. She will eat that for Her lunch tomorrow. That means She will fix pink fish, and I will be a happy cat! Bway-nus no-chess, amigos.