The joy of Fleas
April 14th 2010 21:00
I saw my beloved boys a few days ago. The flea situation is getting out of hand. Both of them had fleas and flea dirt on their faces. When I asked Brett why he hadn’t taken them to the vet, he said defensively, “I’ve been busy working long hours on a project. I will take them to the vet when I can.”
I felt like saying, would you still do the same thing if that was your child and he/she had head lice? I don’t think so. So how come my boys’ health is at the bottom of Brett’s priorities?
Frustrated, I decided to kill the fleas myself. My plan was to grab a tissue and use it to squash them to death. The problem was the fleas were so small and moved so quickly and could easily bury themselves in cat hair that it was impossible. After several tries, I gave up.
I almost offered to take them to the vet myself but I didn’t see why I should do something that was Brett’s responsibility.
Still, when they weren’t scratching themselves, my boys were happy. Butterscotch placed the front of his body over my lap before lying on me. Gingersnap sat on the lounge, purring loudly as usual.
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