Did you know that Deacon's name at the Humane Society was flea?? Talk about not cool. Well, we had escaped his given name's fate until now...when I saw a bug on Deacon's fur last week. I brought him to the vet on Tuesday and they told me they didn't see any fleas, but flea dirt (flea poop) - proving the flea's existence. Great. I would MUCH rather be wrong.
You see, I don't mind blood and guts and gore, but BUGS FREAK ME OUT. So. They gave us a prescription to put on the kitty's fur, but I hadn't gotten around to it until THREE SECONDS AGO WHEN DEACON SNUGGLED ME AND THERE WERE TWO BLACK BUGS SNUGGLING DEACON. Let me tell everyone out there that DEACON SLEEPS IN OUR BED.
So I wrestled Deacon to the ground and applied the tube of medicine. And the washing machine is now running. As it will be for the rest of the evening. I am so grossed out right now...this is NOT COOL. I feel like I have things crawling all over me, which I might. ALKSJLFLKWJSEJKSDNA
2 comments:
Eeek!! I'd be freaking out and washing things too. Good luck de-fleaing!
If you have to wash the cat, wash him with Dawn kitchen soap. It stuns the fleas and you are able to pick them off of him and kill them. Not fun I know but it does the trick every time.
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