We have fleas again.
This was discovered when I took Alice to the groomer on Saturday (she'd managed to develop belly mats, thanks to all my recent traveling, and I just wanted them gone so we could return to non-painful grooming). "Did you know you have fleas? Oh, the poor baby, she's just crawling with them."
As I'm sure you can imagine, I was...displeased. I fought a long, hard battle to get rid of the fleas last time this happened. Since Alice is a longhair and Lilly has a very dense, plush coat, it's possible for them to have fleas without my actually being able to see the signs. And since I brush both of them really regularly, they don't get as itchy as they might otherwise, so I don't get as much visible scratching. I went straight out and got flea medication, along with carpet powder and bedding spray. Then I came home and checked the calendar.
See, most flea treatments are given at one-month intervals, and I needed to be sure the second dose would come due after I got back from Australia. Today turned out to be the magical day. The day I poured poison on the cats.
Alice took it with good grace, because Alice sweats sedatives. Lilly was substantially more offended, and slunk off to glare at me for about twenty minutes. I don't care. THE FLEAS WILL DIE. Thus I swear.
Stupid fleas.
August 11 2010, 06:04:58 UTC 6 years ago Edited: August 11 2010, 06:05:32 UTC
Their bites get to me, and just walking outside, I have bites on my ankles that itch like crazy. And this is the first year in some that I've been bitten. Most annoying.
My daughter's cats like to wander outside, so they've learned to take their flee medicine to keep the inside flee free.
And I appreciate it.
I would actually bathe my cats to clean them up. My long hair actually liked it. Though one of the short hairs was actually the most sensitive. The piteous wails as I bathed her would actually make me giggle. She did sound like I was murdering her. But then she would stop itching for days, so it was helpful.
August 13 2010, 19:56:37 UTC 6 years ago