…I see my house– empty, all of us long dead, except for my cat Lucy who sits contentedly on my bed scratching at her fleas.
Long ago I heard this quote:
I Ecclesiastes 3
King James Bible
“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.”
Sorry King James and all those who wrote down the word of God. I just do not see the purpose of fleas. Personally, I think they boarded Noah’s Ark on the back of some unknowing elephant. They suck the blood of their host and give nothing back but the urge to scratch.