There was I enjoying a pleasant moment being brushed by Whitevanwoman, when suddenly she jumped up and gave out a shriek so loud that I thought Miss Tibby had stuck her claws into Whitevanwoman’s knees. But no, it was much worse than that – she had found a flea on me!!!
Suddenly it was all out panic as she rushed into the kitchen, rummaging round and returned with the Frontline (anti-flea treatment). I was happy to be Frontlined as I had been itching and scratching for a couple of days because of those nasty fleas, so I happily stood still whilst she put the Frontline drops on my neck. She reassured me that all those nasty old fleas will soon be dead (hurray for Frontline) and then she set about combing through all my hair very carefully to get rid of any more fleas and their eggs. I’m not allowed to go swimming for the next few days until the Frontline has got to work so I’m a bit fed up about that 
I think Whitevanwoman is also a bit fed up about finding fleas on me, as she said she will now have to wash my bed, and change her bedlinen (cos both me and Miss Tibby like to sleep on her bed once she has gone to sleep and can’t tell us to get down) and she’ll have to hoover every day for the next few days. She will also have to de-flea Miss Tibby too, which is not so easy as de-fleaing me as she won’t stand still when she is told to, like I do.
I suspect it is all Miss Tibby’s fault – she goes out roaming the countryside and bringing home a variety of dead creatures so she has probably got fleas off a rabbit or mouse that she has caught and then she has brought them home and passed them on to me. Pesky cat. I don’t know why Whitevanwoman bothers with her sometimes – she is as bad as me for stealing food, although she tends to prefer margarine whilst I prefer a loaf of bread or a few eggs, and she gets very vocal when she is hungry and Whitevanwoman gives in and feeds her, just to keep her quiet. I think I will give that a try – it might work better than just picking up my dinner bowl and dropping it at Whitevanwoman’s feet when I’m hungry which is what I usually do.
So hopefully by tomorrow I won’t be itchy and scratchy anymore. I’m going to enjoy watching Miss Tibby and Whitevanwoman do battle to get the flea powder on Miss Tibby 
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