FLEAS!

Sebastian: (loudly) Fleas!

Bartholomew: (curious) Fleas? Why are you swearing? What are you swearing at? Not me, I hope.

Seb: (forcefully) Fleas! A curse upon fleas!

Bart: (thoughtfully) I guess you can't just curse the fleas of a thousand dogs infest themselves. That's a tough one. How do you properly curse fleas when their very name is a curse.

Seb: (loudly) A Curse Upon All Fleas! Death to all Fleas! Die Fleas Die!

Bart: (sarcastically) Did you get your butt bit again? You have done a good job at giving your rump a shave again. Good thing Mom has some stuff for your skin allergy or you'd be as naked as a Sphinx on rear end. ~snicker~

Seb: (angrily) What are you snickering at?

Bart: (smiling) I just pictured you naked. What a hilarious image that is!

Seb: (yowls) FLEAS!

Bart: (alarmed) OK, OK, calm down there Brother! Tell me why those bugs have you so upset.

Seb: (pouting) Mom asked me if I wanted a bath and I don't like it when she gets that look in her eyes. Just because Gidget got a bath today doesn't mean that anyone else needs to get wet. And just because Gidget needed some itch relief doesn't mean that I want to get the same mistreatment.  (loudly) Death To All Fleas!

Bart: (smugly) I think that that was the idea.

Seb: (confused) Huh? What idea? What does getting wet and smelly have to do with anything other than getting wet and smelly?

Bart: (gently) Brother, you need to start paying attention here. Every time Gidget gets a bath the fleas on her die and the itchy flea sand is washed out of her fur. She feels so much better once she is dry again. Mom calls the flea stuff Flea Be Gone and the bath stuff doesn't smell so bad.

Seb: (grumpily) It's not on your fur Sis, and Gidget doesn't get itchy allergy bumps making one bite feel like a bunch of bites. I may not like the itch but I don't want to get soggy and stink either.

Bart: (sarcastically) Poor baby. I sleep with Gidget. Old cats can get itch fits and bite themselves or others and since baths help stop the itch and that stops the itch fits the smell is worth it. Besides, the smell somehow keeps the fleas from coming back. Hey, here's an idea- maybe they just relocate to your butt instead!

Seb: (upset and a little angry) Hah! That's just evil! Maybe they will just go and bite you instead!
FLEAS UPON YOU!

Bart: (lightly) Hey, I like that one. I think that I will add it to my curse list. Fleas Upon Your Butt!
ha,ha,ha…

Seb: (grumpy pout) Oh go soak your butt in the water dish. I am going to go find a nice comfy flee free box to nap in.

Bart: (teasingly) Later grumpy butt. I hear the bed calling me. I bet I can get Mom to put this up on our blog with just a little coaxing.

Seb: ( big sigh) Fleas!  I wish you would just drop it.

Bart: ( bouncing away and teasingly) My name is not Fleas and that insult just means I will really work had to get this blogged. See ya..