Oh right that reminds me
nothing actually reminded me the thought just came up but hey here we are anyway
so Frankie is sadly no longer with us, but he was a lovely, good boy. The goodest boy in fact. Big old soppy lump of a cat.
But he got fleas one time. So did Misty. so we got flea pills and holy shit. At first, he was normal, but then suddenly he froze, stared wide eyed, fluffed up and suddenly ran up a friend of ours on the couch, stood on his head and shoulder and chirped in surprise.
I super wish we'd had a camera recording or something but itw as just so unexpected. He had this shocked "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON" expression because I guess the fleas were goin' wild and biting him, but he was completely fluffed up and weirded out by it. ^^; He settled down an hour or so later back into his usual cuddly lazy lumpiness. ^^;
