Hello everyone, I hope you are having a great weekend. We’re having a good weekend, so far anyways, but last weekend was, well, interesting. I’m not sure interesting is the right word, but it was something else.
Once a month we all get “flea treatments” even though we don’t have fleas. Well, I don’t have fleas and I probably should speak for the others. Dad says there are two good reasons we get flea treatments, even though we are all inside-only kitties. The first reason is that Sister Zoe is allergic to fleas. The second reason is that even though we are inside-only kitties, our peeps are not inside-only peeps. Dad and Mom are often out feeding the feral kitties, who likely have fleas, and the fleas could hitch a ride inside.
Well, we’re all so good at taking pills and other medicines, so flea treatment is just another thing we don’t mind. Dad usually just walks up behind us and spreads that goo between our shoulder blades and it’s all done, no big deal. Until last week. Dad went to Brian first and right when Dad started to apply the goo, Brian ran, right in mid-swipe. Not fun, messy too. Sister Sascha saw Brian run, so she ran. Sister Gracie saw Brian and Sascha run, so she took off too. Zoe? Yep. Me, yep. You get the picture. So, what normally takes under ten minutes turned in to a chase and try to catch for a good while. Oh, and Brian wasn’t happy. Dad had to scrub that goo off of his back so he would lick it. Brain was mad at Dad and gave him the big old stink eye and ran from him for most of the day. Fortunately all was normal once again later that evening. Such an ordeal though.
That’s the kind of unexpected excitement that happens around our place! Oh well, some of our moments are never dull. Have fun everyone and I’ll see you next time!
Remember, adopt cats, we deserve it!!!!! More Forever Homes More Often! Purrrrr! Zip! Later!