Once a month I have to get "medicine" for flea prevention. Somehow I lived years without this on the street but Mama and Daddy think this is important for some crazy reason. Well, this is torture to me. I hate it, I know deep down they are punishing me. When I know its coming I get so scared and sometimes I go and hide and when they find me I'm all curled up and shaking just waiting for the beat down I know is coming.
A couple months ago after my mom put the horrible liquid on my back I spent a very long time outside trying to rub it off of me. Another time I went and just hid under the gardenia bushes outside and curled up and shivered (it was cold then). I figure if I'm being bad and they are punishing me I should just go away somewhere.
I love getting on the bed in the morning while my daddy is getting ready for work. Last month they tortured me up there!!!! After that if Mama came anywhere near me when I was on the bed I had to try and hide from her.
I was unaware that Mama went and got a pill yesterday that I can eat for the fleas instead of this horrendous stuff they put on my fur. But since I didn't know what it was when she had to get the scissors to open this pill from its plastic wrapping I just knew the torture was coming. When she came back to get the food bowls for us I was all scared in the corner of the laundry room shaking like the world was coming to an end. So far it hasn't and I just had my normal breakfast with a little something extra flavorful in it. However, you never know what can happen so I've been on the lookout all morning since then just waiting to see what other things they may want to do to torture me.
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