The last remaining cat has been scratchin' a lot lately and Nasty Girl found a flea on her the other day.
It's time, says I..
I have some of those drops ya put on the back of their neck that supposedly last three months, lying sonsabitches.
I went and opened one up and found the varmint lounging around and went and petted her and quickly squirted that bastard on the back of her neck.
Ya ever been to a rodeo?
She went ape shit.
Bailed out and started doing laps around the trailer looking for a place to hide.
I was smart this time and shut all the damn doors so she couldn't escape.
She finally went to go under the bed but I had shut off that avenue of escape too.
I grabbed her by the back of the neck like momma cats do and she turned around in her skin and bit the living shit out of me for my trouble.
I didn't let go even though it hurt like a motherfucker and finished giving her the dose.
She bounced off the walls for a good five minutes and is currently hiding behind the monitor giving me death threats with her eyes.
To say she hates that shit would be a mild understatement.
She is PISSED off at me right now.
Fuck you, flea bag, I win.
I am still dealing with the ants too. I thought I keeeled them but no, they are still around, just not as bad.
Bug bombs away here soon.
Weapons of mass destruction are called for.
The last time I lit off two, this time it will be four and if I have to do it again it will be six and a spray can so I can go around out side where I think they are coming in at.
Either way, I am done with the creepy crawling mother fuckers.
That reminds me, I need to make sure my boots are turned up side down tonight so the little bitch can't shit in them.
I am sure there will be retribution but I am sick and tired of bugs.
Here kitty kitty, I have more of this waiting for you.
You should see the evil glare I am getting right now.
Bring it, cat.