BlogsOpinion

Thunder Dog vs Fleas

It was rather nice to get home

Ralph was sitting on the table, calm as can be.

He leapt off and twiddled himself around Mom and Alpha and even gave me a head butt or two.

In case you think we just abandoned our cat over the holiday period – you’d be wrong.

Mom got a nice dude called Peter to come twice a day and feed his highness.

Plus he sms’d mom regularly and gave updates.

Of course, Ralphie meowed plaintively as though he had been badly neglected for weeks and weeks.

He subsequently behaved like an absolute spoilt brat cat for the first week after we got home.

He would sleep sprawled across the bed – taking up a human amount of space – and lacerate any toes that dared to cross into “his” territory.

Then he’d make a lot of noise going out around 4.30am – like loudly scratching the brick that keeps the door almost closed.

Half an hour later he’d come whizzing back into the bedroom.

Leap onto the bed, walk all over mom to get to the headboard, jump onto the headboard and start cleaning his toenails right above her.

If that did not do the trick, he’d head-butt the rusk tin, nearly making it plummet onto Alpha’s head on several occasions.

Mom would have to stagger out of bed (she was still on holiday I might add) at 5am and feed that blasted cat.

Ralphie just smirked and gobbled up his pellets.

Quite often I would use this opportunity to have a widdle break too.

Must say though – it was a relief to get away from all those fleas in Cape Town.

They think Frontline is a fat joke – it does not work at all.

I had various other pills and powders but nothing worked for long.

Those nasty little critters would crawl all over my belly and make me itch like crazy.

Took a few days after we got home to get rid of the last tenacious suckers.

I was just starting to relax for the first time in ages – was parked off on the grass – surreptitiously rolling around in a large blob of hadedah poop when I heard a fearsome noise.

Thunderdog!

Oh no! I forgot all about him.

Skedaddled under the couch.

My woggledy whiskers!

Not sure what I hate the most… fleas or that wretched thunderdog!

Related Articles

Check Also
Close
Back to top button