Mister Smitty likes his Smee juice!
The addition of the monthly high-end flea-off compound (delivered by high-end veterinary establishments and purveyors of high-end goods) ends on a high: the Smee is flea-free!
It’s almost a musical moment!
“Oh, what a ceiling!
“C’mon baby (un)light my fire.”
The Smee can now experience a full release from samsarry-ass flea-bitten existence!
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