Furriends, the War on Fleas is not going as well as we'd hoped. Our initial strategy was progressing very nicely, but the enemy regrouped and struck back. So now we've entered the trenches to duke it out.
Mom is determined that we will emerge victorious, so she's been adding to our arsenal with daily vaccuming, mopping of hard floors, flea combing multiple times every day. She's stripped our house of as many hiding/laying egg places as possible: pillows, drapes, heavy bedding. Anywhere and everywhere the nasty buggers can hide, we're hitting them.
Wanna hang out in a crevice? No problem! She's got cleaning attachments for that. Entrenching your bitey little butts in the furry blankie? Just try it. It's being washed and tucked away in plastic till this is over.
We do draw the line at chemical warfare, except for Advantage. Mom gets the heebie jeebies over chemicals. She's so worried we might get poisoned or something.
PS: We're sending out very strong purrayers for Ginger and family. He has some medical issues.
Here we are, being all warm and snuggly together. But don't let this pic fool ya - I, Toby, prefer my space and usually make the Gray Lady go away. This time, I just wanted to sleep, so I was gracious and let her stay. Mom gave us this warmer blankie since the weather is getting cooler.
PS:We want to welcome the newest mancat of the Blogosphere - Master Ginger!
Mom is, as always, very happy that today is Friday. For us, every day is Caturday.
The War on Fleas continues. We're winning!! Mom gets after us constantly with the flea comb now, checking and rechecking for those nasty buggers. I liked the comb right away, but Leia needed time to get used to it. This morning she was really into it. Except for her little head. She doesn't like the comb on her head.
May all of you have a pawsome weekend - and be always free of fleas!