I am up in the night too often these days
Sitting sleepless in the wee hours
cat on my lap
Often, I kill a flea
Oh yeas, it is a sin to have fleas, not for the Cat
But for the cats parents.
But with 6 cats we are besieged,
$20 flea regimens per cat equal $120 per month.....
yet they still find fleas to dine upon their feline corpus
forgive me father, for I have sinned
In expiation, when a flea should land on me
Cold Bloodedly, heartlessly and with grim satisfaction
I murder her ( for it is the female who seeks blood, that she may bring forth young....)
Fleas do not die easily... they cannot be swatted,
they thumb their nose as they leap away
after a good hit
Fleas must be utterly crushed,
ground between bone or fingernail
My mouth twisting in satisfaction as the flattened corpse is flicked away.
And yet, I mourn
I do not suffer fleas, because they make Herr Rudolph suffer.
He has sensitive skin and must be constantly petted and reassured
when he breaks out in allergic rash
I do not go hunting for fleas
as I once hunted deer and rabbits to eat
and woodchucks for the high crime of destroying pasturage
and endangering livestock.
I no longer hunt
It pains me just a little each time I kill..... even a flea
yet I do...... for it pains my child.
And I know in the fullness of eternity, by bits and bits and lives and deaths
the soul of the flea shall grow and mature, through beetle and newt
lizard and frog, politician and hog, till one day...
It shall sit grinning grimly with satisfaction
as it crushes the life out of the husk of a flea
that is me
What tales of Horror and Comedy we tell in the locker room!