I'm tellin' ya, those blood suckin' zombies are already out.
I mean, vampires.
I mean ticks.
BREAKING NEWS... Blood-suckin' ticks have been spotted in Nova Scotia.
BREAKING NEWS... A blood-suckin' tick was spotted on Seville the Cat in Nova Scotia.
BREAKING NEWS... A blood-suckin' tick was spotted on, and removed from, Seville the Cat in the Province of Nova Scotia.
And because Peepers is as stupid as the stupid tick she removed, she ended up REMOVING half of my fur, too.
Okay, so it was just two or three strands of fur she accidentally pulled while gettin' rid of that tick, but still...
I FELT. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE.
Ticks. There oughtta be a law against 'em or somethin'.
And just who invited 'em to party hardy in my yard, anyway? I know FOR A FACT I never invited 'em to party on me.
I guess I should be thankful Peepers got to that ol' tick before he got a good hold on me. I GUESS I should be thankful she was givin' me a back of the neck and behind the ear scritch and noticed he was there, but...
But now, BECAUSE OF THAT TICK, Peepers is gonna insist on dabbin' the back of my neck with the flea stuff first thing in the mornin'.
And I still say that ol' tick was an unwelcome guest.
Kinda like a wedding crasher, you know?
Yeah, YOU know.
Oh my mouses, I just had a horrible thought.
What if that ol' tick wasn't actually crashin' a weddin', but rather, was an invited guest? A guest at a weddin'. At a weddin' for ticks! And what if the ticks gettin' married decide to settle down in my fur and have babies and the next thing I know I have a family of ticks livin' off me, suckin' my blood like college students drinkin' beer on spring break, and...
Peepers, time to get out the flea and tick stuff. I need you to dab the back of my neck!
IF IN DOUBT,
DON'T. GO. OUT.
Continue to practice SOCIAL DISTANCIN' measures
AND KEEP WASHIN' YOUR PAWS.