The term 'flea-ridden' is a dramatic overstatement. Last night when we were just kinda hanging out, Dan was holding the cat and suddenly had this mood-shift and was like: "Oh my God! A flea!" I'm no expert, but I guess there was a flea that was spotted and, to avert a crisis, I went out and got some anti-flea stuff while Dan and Josh kinda examined the kitty.
When I got home they said that they had only seen the one flea -- which they had taken care of. So we slapped a flea-collar on the little beast and hopefully we won't have any real flea trouble.
How a flea managed to make it onto her in the first place? It's a total mystery to me. I swear I don't live in a shithole. In fact, I live with like OCD neat-freaks and the place is almost always spotless and lemony-fresh. It's strange.
Yeah. I'm very glad that somebody noticed before it really became an issue. I'm confident that it won't really develop past that one random flea-spotting.
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lol and yes, very very cute
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When I got home they said that they had only seen the one flea -- which they had taken care of. So we slapped a flea-collar on the little beast and hopefully we won't have any real flea trouble.
How a flea managed to make it onto her in the first place? It's a total mystery to me. I swear I don't live in a shithole. In fact, I live with like OCD neat-freaks and the place is almost always spotless and lemony-fresh. It's strange.
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