For every man, there is a woman, who is completely

For every man, there is a woman, who is completely oblivious of their existence. For every woman, there is a dog, who understands.

For every dog, a cat that could care less - and often does. For that cat, there is a hairball, inversely proportionate in size to the length in centimeters of the cat's fur, just

His stomach churned at the thought. It was time to flee, the flea knew. His hairball house wasn't safe anymore. He hopped off in search of a new home fit for a flea-king.

Soon he found his new palace: a hat worn by a cat! How strange is that? In his new spacious grand dining hall he could feast at any time on hot, delicious cat blood. The flea king

conquer new domains--cat shoulder, stomach & rump. Peace reigned in the flea king's realm until the Tick Invasion. Malevolent ticks stucked and sucked the

old sour pusses blood until he looked like a withered goard. The flea king's pax plasma was passed. There was bad blood between the fleas and the ticks. "Ticks are slow, fleas jump

Fast." Flea King and his minions bought a plasma tellie and found channel 258 to be the Food channel. Flea Queen learned to cook and became a great chef at Chez Mignon. Her famous

hamburguesa de mosca negra con sus pulpa y larvae was a hit with both the Old and New Guard. The Advance Guard was still on the fence about it though. They claimed it tasted like

the Hamburglar had had "the operation" and was now on her period. "Just put more katsup on it," said Lou. "Katsup?" said Murray, "what this thing needs is a feminine napkin."