2006-10-25 - 7:04 p.m.
Fleas
The vigilance dropped off her cats before she dropped herself off ever so briefly. When she arrived she was flea bitten and said “Mom, I think the cat’s have fleas.” Fank you very much. We sprayed the cats, sprayed the house, and yet?
Sparky is flea bitten. He swears that he has found fleas in our bedroom. The cats spent one night in our bedroom when I was being kind on the last night, and I find it hard to believe that he’s flea bitten. Yet? He has evidence. Me? Not one bite. Nothing. You can understand why I’m reluctant to join the flea party, eh? Then again, I know an exterminator who said “He’s a host.”
So sorry Charlie. That would all be fine and good, but I woke up in the middle of the night to find Sparky spraying liquid death to fleas all over the house. The house was kind of sticky and smelly. I’m thinking I should buy a flea killer spray that will stop this nonsense.
On the upside? Not bitten! Yet.
