Collared Again

Well after my little "flea treatment" or rather the initial phase of the treatment my "other owner" has decided it's time for me to start wearing a flea collar again. Thought since I'm already infested it's not going to get rid of them. I'm sure that these two here know some way to sort me out though, they've got plans within plans. The first phase is complete and the second phase should be over sometime this week... then with that and the flea collar I should be laughin', but we'll have to see. I'm still not allowed inside the house so I'm doing this by remote... I have many skills (learned that line off one of my favorite TV shows).

I think the reason that my "real owner," aka the guy across the street, put the flea collar on me was because after the initial stage of my treatment the fleas were hopping off in his house. I have the run of the place even now so I think he's starting to realize that it's better to get rid of them than to ignore them. I've been trying to tell him for ages, but do humans EVER listen?

Fritz is avoiding me like the plague... I don't know what he's so high and mighty about, he's got fleas too...

Apparently...

Well aren't I a lucky boy? Apparently, in their absence, I've managed to get a quality case of the fleas... so guess what that means?

That means those two meanies aren't letting me in till I'm all sorted out again... however they have come out on the porch to brush me a few times, only the tall one put this horrible liquid stuff on my neck where I couldn't lick. I did try and got a little bit and it tasted SOOOO nasty that I didn't try it again. I think it's to help with me... problem. One can always hope... my voice keeps going hoarse sitting out here meowing at the door when they don't come and don't come and yet... don't come. As if a little case of fleas ever hurt anyone.

Now I'm just going to go back to my scratching and biting at these little bastards...