Though she never leaves the apartment, Moira has FLEAS! I found a bug on her just this very evening.
How? How has this happened? And why, to such a good cat? What has she done to deserve such torment? Whence the little buggie-boos?
’Ελοι! Woe, to my poor cat!
Well, I won’t stand for it, I tell you. First thing tomorrow I’m walking down to the vet and purchasing some strong anti-flea mojo, I tell you. No parasites are going to make a lunch of my cat, I tell you.
This I vow.