Terrible

Ah now. Highly unfortunate. Myself is confined to My house. Music Room only. Not the bedrooms and definitely Not the kitchen. And She drove hurriedly to the vets late yesterday evening. All the fault of that prickly creature. (Hedge Hog apparently ??)

Myself shudders to admit to it but is hosting hundreds of fleas. Big. Itchy. Hungry. And disgustingly obvious in My white fur. Shall not be showing Myself in public for a time.

Wonder how TB's sore nose is.