Torture

So Mama and Curt have been kinda mean lately.
Yes, they did buy me a kitty ledge. I am not sure if I like it yet. I will update blog post later with a pic of me on it.
Anyway, Sunday they shoved me in the little box. I hate getting in that thing. Because it means torture when they pull me out. Mama and I first headed to Petsmart for me to get a "nail trim," aka torture. Mama tells me it is for my own good. When my nails get too long I start to get stuck on and in things and that is no fun at all. At Petsmart that day there was no one there who could trim a cat's nails. I could tell Mama was upset about that. She worries about stressing me out by shoving me in that little box.
So we headed to Petco next. And I guess lucky for everyone there was someone there who could cut my nails. I hate having my feet touched and I hate having my nails trimmed. But it is necessary.
I did get treats when we got home and that was nice.
Then last night the torture continued with my Advantage dose. Curt always holds me and Mama's squirts that stuff on my neck. I just hate it. They say it is for my own good. In my lifetime (13 1/2 years) I have only had fleas twice. And both times were just miserable. So I guess it is for my own good.
Why can't someone invent a treat with an Advantage dose?