The War of the Fleas

This is a battle of epic proportions. Things weren't looking good for Her Royal Minx, she had been invaded, nay, overrun by the swarming masses. So I gave her a bath, thus drowning the invading horde, much like the Egyptian soldiers chasing down Moses through the Red Sea. And all was calm for awhile. Then the invading hordes saw a clear and unconquered land and invaded again, this time bringing reinforcements. I noticed two days ago that her Royal Minx was literally swarming with the little monsters so back into the tub she went. The water turned brown with the blood of the fallen. And all was well. Then yesterday we unleashed our mightiested weapon: Advantage.

No more will the tiny beasts of blood feast on my cat, for she is poison, and all who try will perish. No more will I awake with The Mark of the Foul Beasts upon my skin, for all will fall before my wrath.

Calm has been restored to the kingdom and all may once again sleep in peace and safety.