I hate ticks.

Just before bed I was all snuggled up in mum's arms ready for a long sleep and I was rudely disturbed by her plucking at my right ear. She proceeded to get the tweezers and yank at my glorious ear fur! Some rubbish about 'getting it out' and 'this tick is friggin tiny' yeah whatever, just another excuse to torture me while I'm sleepy. She's usually pretty good at taking ticks out, 'cause I get a lot on my face, but I made it really hard for her this time cause I felt like being difficult. It took her so long I was almost back to sleep when she found another one I'd been hiding behind my ear and demanded to have that one out too! This makes my tail flick. Once we get the results from our parasite test then mum will put some tick-away med on our fur. I hope it works.