Ambush

I gently stroked her neck, as she lay calm, and ran my fingertips along her back, although surprised, she didn't seem alarmed quickly relaxed, with both her shoulders slack. But seconds later I increased my grip, pinning her face down upon the bed, panic set in, she tried her best to slip out from my grasp, she writhed, twisting her head. She cried, lashed out, and managed to draw blood, I gasped in pain, but still I held on tight, despite all her attempts, it proved no good she now lay still, had given up the fight. Few things in life are much harder than that of trying to put flea drops on a cat.