Cats. Go figure ;-)

Tonight is *flea spray night*. Waffles *loathes* this. Never mind that it keeps
them from getting bitten by fleas & deters ticks. Oh no, it is most horrible
and an evil invention of mine to terrorise my felines.

Waffles is a hoot. I hold her by the scruff and spray about her neck & head.
All to the accompanying sound of Waffles reminding me in feline curses that I
am the scum of the earth ;-) When I do her belly - oh dear, oh dear, oh dear...
what was that recent curse about may armpits be filled with the fleas of a
thousand camels?  That's mils compared to what Waffles wishes on me.

Once I've got her done, she looks all punky with fur sticking out and she gives
me the Look Of Death, which, when she struts off in the huff, is carried one by
her giving me the evil eye with the eye at the base of her tail... again to the
sound of feline curses, growling and howling...

I am obviously the most evil and uncaring human on the face of the planet.

Then about fifteen minutes later, a different effect - it's as if she is
slightly high. All of a sudden, I am *wonderful* and the most caring, snuggly
human in the universe. Purrs replace growls and I am leapt upon by a
black-furred, slighty punky looking lap fungus who insiusts she cannot possibly
give me enough headrubs.

Cats - go figure ;-)

Cheers, helen s

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