...but only when it comes to fleas.
I've only had a couple of encounters with fleas (on my cats, that is), and they were both some time ago. I took appropriate action, and that was the end of it.
Since I moved into my apartment and acquired my fifth cat, I've acquired an unhealthy paranoia at the notion of any (that is to say, "all") of my babes getting fleas. I think part of the reason is that with them being so isolated, the only way they're going to get them is through me (that is, my contact with the strays I take care of at my rental property). So there's like a guilt complex going on with this somewhat.
Plus, it only seems like recently I started hanging with other cat people and hearing horror stories about getting rid of fleas. I guess I was just lucky before; I applied medicine, clicked my heels, and the fleas were gone. Now I hear stories of "OMG I'VE VACUUMED 3 TIMES A DAY FOR A YEAR AND SPENT $12,000 ON MEDS AND NOW THEY HAVE TAPEWORMS AND I CAN'T GET RID OF THEM AND OMGWTF!!!!!11!!!!1"
How I long for my blissful ignorance.
So now, with every dark little piece of fuzz I see on them, I'm scavenging for fleas - on each and every one; bellies, neck, base of tail - as they're giving me the "Are you nuts?" look.
Yeah, I know, "it's just fleas"...but as we all know, that's not always the case. So is anyone else bonkers when it comes to fleas, and sees them as the fifth horseman of the apocalypse?
I've only had a couple of encounters with fleas (on my cats, that is), and they were both some time ago. I took appropriate action, and that was the end of it.
Since I moved into my apartment and acquired my fifth cat, I've acquired an unhealthy paranoia at the notion of any (that is to say, "all") of my babes getting fleas. I think part of the reason is that with them being so isolated, the only way they're going to get them is through me (that is, my contact with the strays I take care of at my rental property). So there's like a guilt complex going on with this somewhat.
Plus, it only seems like recently I started hanging with other cat people and hearing horror stories about getting rid of fleas. I guess I was just lucky before; I applied medicine, clicked my heels, and the fleas were gone. Now I hear stories of "OMG I'VE VACUUMED 3 TIMES A DAY FOR A YEAR AND SPENT $12,000 ON MEDS AND NOW THEY HAVE TAPEWORMS AND I CAN'T GET RID OF THEM AND OMGWTF!!!!!11!!!!1"
How I long for my blissful ignorance.
So now, with every dark little piece of fuzz I see on them, I'm scavenging for fleas - on each and every one; bellies, neck, base of tail - as they're giving me the "Are you nuts?" look.
Yeah, I know, "it's just fleas"...but as we all know, that's not always the case. So is anyone else bonkers when it comes to fleas, and sees them as the fifth horseman of the apocalypse?