The Utter Indignity Of It

The Indignity. The Utter Indignity of it. He decided to vac Myself to rid Me of the fleas. Held Myself down with one large and heavy hand and wielded the vac nozzle in the other. NO WAY was I going to submit to that so scratched Him and when that didn't Make Him release Myself, bit Him, hard, in the fleshy part of His thumb. Most satsifying. He swore and I made My escape into the garden.

TB has scratched itself all over its rear and has chewed its tail. Is thus only partly hairy at the moment. Its nose is still very red too.

Later Myself heard Her being very annoyed: All my fur blocked up the vac and He hit on the idea of putting the motor into reverse to flush it out. (Sometimes Myself wonders about His mental capacities.) She has gone out in the expectation that the Music Room will be cleaned up by the time She returns.