Becky - her that lives in the cottage - has recently had an operation. That meant that my pair were playing Florence Nightingale for most of the week and therefore I have been left to my own devices quite a lot. Which is ok I suppose, given the circumstances, after all; she did look after me when those two cleared off to Whitby. The problem is that the fleas are back and I've been bitten all to buggery by them and now I need some attention too.
I blame Snowy and Sooty of course (and the dog) as they are completely riddled with them. Oh yes, you can pass it all off on the hot weather etc etc but at the end of the day it's a clear cut case of good old fashioned feline hygiene and it's about time someone taught the two of them to wash behind their ears. And as for the dog...
Anyway, I overheard Ange ringing the vets this morning and making an appointment for me. And about-bloody-time too! I'll let you know how I get on but he had better be careful where he sticks that needle or he'll rue the day.
P x