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Published April 1, 2009 @ 11:36 by Tania in Around the House

Damn cat. Damn, damn cat.

I thought that we started flea treatment in April. But last week Son One noticed a weird bite. A few days later I swear I saw something hop from where the cat was sleeping.

I treated Merlin with his Advantage. First bad allergies and asthma (I actually get hives regularly) now fleas. It is time to get rid of the cat. It is the rif-raf he is associating with; this morning I saw one of his "friends" hanging out on the front porch when I went to take out the green bin and recycling. She had skank written all over her (or she may just have been wet from the rain. Am I being too harsh?)

Merlin will be 13 years-old later this month. He looks pretty good for his age, but I have already promised the allergist that he will not be replaced. I love him, and he really is a super sweet cat. He is nice to the kids, and very affectionate. I just don't like the fleas.

This is Merlin, currently sleeping under my bed. The bed is stripped, the mattress has been Lysoled, and the sheets are in a hot wash with an extra rinse. If it isn't the plague, then it's fleas. What else do I have to look forward to?