Every few weeks one of the hoomans (usually mum) sneaks up on me and puts some icky cold liquid on the back of my neck. I can always tell when they are about to do it too – they sneak up all friendly-like with that horrid squirty tube of doom hiding behind their back, pretending they want to pat me, and then *EEEEP!* the cold hits me right between my shoulder blades. Today was one of those days.
I HATES it! It makes me itch and it bothers me and my sensitive skin. They must be punished for putting me through that and so I run away and hide and refuse to let them pat me for at least half an hour afterwards. If they do get near I will half close one eye and scowl at them.
And then I forget it ever happened...till the next month.