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 Sigh.
Just two photos tonight - First up, my new SHOES by Christian Siriano for Payless ...
Fierce. (PS - that is me in my rain-soaked cords, trying on the shoes at my local Payless store. Did you KNOW that you can ship anything from the WEBSITE to a STORE for FREE???)
Second, Deacon taking a widdle nap on the ottoman this evening. Sweepy Kitty.
He is so cute!!!! Mmmmk that's all. I have to get back to assessing the GI system and Upper GI disorders. Sigh.
Deacon likes to sleep with us at night, and usually he positions himself near my face. Like, on my face. This is adorable and super cute and snuggly but NOT COOL when he gets a tummy ache. Like last night. At 4:30 a.m. When he decided to throw up - next to my FACE.
I cleaned it up by wiping it off...and then placing a towel over the gross spot and going back to sleep. Yeah. I was that tired. Don't judge!!
This morning we were greeted with another clean-up project, this one in the guest bathroom. I heard M gagging from the other room (which I didn't think anything of, since he has the weakest stomach in the entire world), so I came to see what the fuss was about. Ummm M wasn't over-exaggerating - it was NASTY. I actually gagged. Deacon had thrown up some sort of CHRISTMAS decorations. I swear. It looked exactly like those fake pine needles that come on Christmas garlands. Except we have NO Christmas garland. Sooooooo...the mystery remains.
When I came home from class, M was home for lunch - and had found another present from Deac. Blech. Oh well - he's due to go to the Vet soon enough. Woot woot.
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. 
