Some cats get toys for Christmas, but I got my happiness back.
A few months ago, I bad old mouse came in to steal some bird seed and died, and his fleas hopped on me and made themselves at home. Silly me, I tried to hide it because I didn’t think a lady like myself should have fleas! By the time I let anybody know, the whole house was infested!
MomGoth took me to the vet, but the medicine (I’ll tell you what it was: Frontline PLUS) only worked for a couple of weeks. Meanwhile, the vet had MomGoth vacuuming the whole house every day to suck up any fleas that weren’t already on me. I hate that noisy vacuum!
So I was itching and scratching and biting off my own fur because I was so upset. Mom wouldn’t let me snuggle her because she was afraid of my fleas, and that made both of us sad.
MomGoth got that Epilady Flea Zapper I told you about and started combing me every day. Oh! I love that comb so much! She set up a flea trap of water and a little dish soap in a white bowl, on the floor under a hot light.
And she got me some of this calming goop so I won’t want to chew my fur off, made by the same people who make my delicious hairball prevention goop. The calming goop is a different flavor (chicken, as opposed to salmon), but it’s just as delicious.
So now I have three yums.
And here’s the best gift of all.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: What makes you so nervous you bite your fur off?