This summer has been difficult for many reasons, but I think the crowning joy was the fleas. Two winters without a good freeze, a neighborhood full of stray cats, and a tiny house filled with 3 cats of our own and a dog = fleas fleas fleas.
Every time we left this summer, for a weekend or longer (and we left a lot), we came home to a house full of fleas. So bad that your socks would be covered in seconds. This is after having everyone on the flea drops, spraying the house (I hated to do it), vacuuming every time we could, flea shampooing everyone (not a happy day for anyone)...
When this wasn't working, we flea bombed, twice (I really hated to do that). It usually went like this. We get home in the evening from a trip, the house is full of fleas. We bundle all the cats into the garage, which is of course ludicrously full of junk for the move (someday), set up the tent in the garden, and bomb the house. In the morning, air everything out, bundle everyone back in and take off for the next destination.
To come home and do it again.
Poor Gus and Mirabel had horrible reactions to the fleas too and we lived for over a month with kitty 'flowers'
Let's just say it wasn't fun
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