Wednesday, June 07, 2006
If I weren't a proper girl, I'd shout a thousand expletives! My human noticed I changed his calendar and fixed it! I got the flea drops this morning. Arrrgh! I don't know what's worse, the infernal itching or that poisonous tonic on my neck?
I appealed to him in every way I knew. I pleaded: "Look human, I know we don't always see eye-to-eye. But this might be the one place where we can come to an understanding. You see, I'm training a flea circus. No really. Didn't you hear me? No please, you know how much I hate flea drops."