The saying is that things come in threes. After the squirrel, and then the bat, I waited for that third thing. I expected it to come from the ceiling/roof. Apparently, the third thing has decided to sneak in quietly by other means. Callie and I have been fighting the invasion of the fleas since last week. I'm not sure how long we've had them, but fortunately they didn't ever get really bad. I have to admit that my integrated pest management plan using only natural methods didn't even last a week. Callie had a trip to the vet on Monday for a treatment with Revolution. It's one of the spot-on treatments, similar to Frontline or Advantage in the way it works, but with a different chemical. Between that and constant, never ceasing vacuuming, the flea menace has diminished greatly. Callie is just happy that she's not being subjected to daily (at least) baths..
a wet cat is not a happy cat
the brush looks suspicious when you're not completely dry
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