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Early this morning, not quite at the break of dawn, I got the drop on Mr. C. A. (Pretty Boy) Floyd, the cat, who was enjoying the cooler weather by snuggling into the duvet. I blinked at me a couple of times, I doused him with Flea Dope, and it still took him several seconds to process what had happened.
Cat: Huh?
Me: You should be good for a few weeks of flealessness, cat.
Cat: Huh?
Me: *skritches cat*
Cat: Did you do something to me? You did! My god, what have you done what have you done what--
Me: Flea dope, cat.
Cat: I'm outta here. A fella can't take a rest undisturbed these days for love or money around here. I tell you what...
Wait, did you say that was flea dope?
Me: Yes.
Cat: Well, what won't they think of next.
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