regroup and restrategised

Damn them fleas. Or are they ticks? Kobi not sure. The eight-legged flat parasites. Damn them. They know who they are.

Kobi, Snowie and Poppy have been unwilling hosts to these vermin, which have surfaced in force on Friday, despite Mommy's expensive Frontline treatment on us.

Last time it was the other ones, the icky mini-beetle like squashable bloodsuckers -- fleas probably. The ticks then were just tiny. Maybe they lay in wait while the fleas got eradicated, then they made their move!

No thanks to these filthy pestiferous insects, Kobi et al have been unwelcomed on the sofa, ie less manja-ing. Reow! Reow-reow!! Kobi hates not being able to cuddle up on sofa. Not to mention the constant itch Kobi can't stop scratching... all that scratching is making Kobi itch!

AND... ANATHEMA BETE NOIRE! To top off all the bloody (no pun intended) luck, to those blasted mooches, Kobi, Poppy and Snowie were forced into the dreaded BATH! Reow! Reow-reow!! Reow! Reow-reow!! Reow! Reow-reow!! Reow! Reow-reow!!