Cat Daddy: “Why don’t you give Louis his flea treatment now?”
Me: “He’s moving around too much. It’ll be easier if I pounce when he’s asleep and unsuspecting.”
Cat Daddy: “Just hold him down.”
Me: “Trust me, he’ll holler and kick and the treatment will go all over me instead of on him.”
Cat Daddy, sighing and doing that “Oh, for crying out loud” face: “Give it to me. I’ll do it.”
Me: “Fine. But you’ll be sorry.”
He was. But at least he will be free of fleas for a month.
Pity the same can’t be said of Louis Catorze.