Kitten

I can't believe how brazen I can be sometimes.  John got a new kitten and he is a handsome baby boy.  And he was covered in fleas.  Poor baby.  Well John has an aversion to fleas like Dave does to fruit flies. So he got some flea dope from Bianca, but it didn't seem to help or at least not fast enough.  He asked me if the kitten, who is just six weeks, could wear a flea collar.  Um.  No.  Too little.  So I suggested a flea bath.  He looked at me like I was crazy.  He had given an adult cat a bath ONCE.  That is a different animal.  So he borrowed some flea shampoo from another neighbor.  And then went on and on and on.
Finally I had had enough and took the kitten and the shampoo and headed in to his bathroom sink.  As John followed me I said "Well isn't this what you wanted?"  He said no, but he still let me do it.  And then he helped.  I only ended up with one small scratch and the kitten ended up with a bunch of dead fleas.  So now John can play with him.  So far he still doesn't have a name. And I'm still co-dependent and know when I am being manipulated, but I can now speak up and say so.  And I like having a kitten close by to get cat loves from.