On the Nose

This evening, when Mother went to give me a kiss, she discovered the tick that was on my nose.

She took me in to the aisle to see better, removed and murdered it, then gave me a very suspicious kiss, rather higher up.

She walked around and gave me a cursory inspection, but between my thick hair and that fact that my coat is coming in rather fleabitten, she found no others.

Funny, earlier in the evening she fly sprayed me and had put on my Swat-toos.

Recycled Photo

Summer has come early this year...