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Sometime between unemployment and now, my computer decided not to work 75% of the time, and my cats have enough fleas to make a very nice rug. Grossssssss. The worst part? I can’t think of a single use for fleas, yet they’re EVERYWHERE. Everytime I do anything to battle them, they just multiply.

Did you know that frontline not only made one of my cats puke for a week (and afraid of her box) but also didn’t work. I found a small colony of fleas on sarge’s neck last night, and when I gave him a flea bath tonight I had to steel my nerves because of all the little effers.

I can’t find Eva right now, btw. I was spraying down the house with some hardcore spray stuff, and apparently I found her hiding spot without me knowing it. (Behind my roomie’s toilet?! I didn’t see her at all, but admittedly didn’t look either. I had no idea she likes to hang out there.) She sprinted out of there like a bat out of hell… right into his shower. She then realized her mistake, and sprinted out of the shower, full throttle out of the room. Oops. I hope I didn’t get any in her eyes. But, now I can’t find her. I figure she went to her other unknown spot.

So, I went to the vet earlier in the week. I had to work full days (ie – 8 am til 9:30 pm) on both thursday and friday, so I took her in on wednesday in the afternoon. I work at the bank until 3 on wednesdays, so I set up a 4pm appointment.

… wow … mundane details anyone?

Anyways. The vet looked her over and agreed that she’s sensitive to frontline (like a 1 in 100 chance with cats) and suggested a pill for her to take called Capstar. (I can’t remember if I blogged about this or not already, and I’m too lazy to go back and look. Has anyone ever done this? I think I may have written part of it… but also think I may have just written the rest in my head.)

So, right, Capstar. It only works for 24 hours, so we decided that the best plan of attack is to give the cats the pill and then take them over to my parents while I bomb the house. He sold me an overpriced bomb that supposedly works for 7 months for up to 2400 sq feet. My house is much smaller than that, so 1 bomb is enough.

I also pick up 2 capstar tablets (one for each cat) and take my girl home. By the time I got home from the vet, I had already misplaced the pills, and found one later. So… the next day I went to a different vet where they charged me more than twice as much for the same pills. Made me very glad that I picked my initial vet, even though it was merely because of convenience.

Flash forward a couple of days because I had to work ALL the time and didn’t have the ability to open up a few hours to dedicate to transporting the cats all over town. And I should be there with them, as my parents kittens are probably about 3 months old now, and Sarge might turn into a big bully. We’re not really sure.

So, this morning, I get up and intended on finishing a bag for my mom’s store, but ended up talking to her on the phone instead. Around noon, I made myself some lunch and zoned out in front of the TV for a bit, watching TLC makeover some lady’s house. Around 1, I jump into the shower, and get dressed. At this point, I notice a big wet spot on the couch.

I smelled it.

Cat urine.

… I’m gonna let that sink in … Cat urine fresh on my couch, in the 5 minutes in which I jumped into the shower.

It’s been over a week since I gave Eva the frontline, she still has fleas and is also still peeing on the couch. So, I realize that RIGHT NOW is the only time that I can go to a pet store before I get off work tonight. I already have a TON of things to do before I leave for teller training class tomorrow (a week long and 4 hours away) so I needed to go get a new box and different box of litter before I went to work today. ::sigh:: All of the pet stores are closed by the time I get off work tonight, and Eva likes to really toss her litter around. So, I had to get a tall box that you can only get at the pet store out here. (Wtf? What happened to Walmart carrying this stuff??! I mean, we don’t have a petco or anything, so come on!)

Flash forward 10 minutes, when I’m standing in the pet store being lectured by the store owner that the fogger I got for tomorrow won’t really work, and I needed to also get this $25 bottle of flea spray stuff that is *so much* better than the $8 version I bought last time. I’m worried about being late for work at 2, and just buy the stuff he tells me to and cringe as he explains to me what the tick was doing in my shoulder the other night.


So, in the last week I’ve spent about $150 on flea killing shit, and yet they’re still jumping on my damn legs. My legs are a warzone and it’s effing HOT outside. I can’t wear any of my skirts because my legs are so effed up, and GAH.

Anyways, tonight I got off work at 7pm, and decided that I should give the kids a flea bath tonight, rather than driving them to my parents within 20 minutes of a flea bath tomorrow. I got home and ate dinner with my roomie, and then watched some of the hockey game with him. He decided to go out to a bar to watch the rest of it, so I started to pack.

And then I remembered the fleas (admittedly, a flea bit me and I wanted to cry a little bit). I found Sarge and threw him in the bathtub after I determined I couldn’t find Eva.

**This is after I sprayed 3/4 of the bottle of stuff all over the house, on ANY covered surface or carpet. I still need to clean my room up a bit (fabric is EVERYWHERE) and use the rest of the bottle in there. Then I bomb the place and see my folks for a few hours before dropping the cats off at the freshly bombed house and driving to the hotel 4 hours away.***

I’m jumping all over the place and this will be an odd post to read, most likely.

Right. So, I just let Sarge out of the flea bath, picked about 20 more fleas off of him (that were all effing alive) and gave him the magic 24 hour pill. I’m praying to whatever god there is that it works. If it works for 24 hour, and I leave the house in 12, it’ll still be in his system. Whenever I see Eva, I’m gonna inspect HER for fleas and perhaps throw her in a bath too. And then force a pill down her pretty little throat.


My life is going pretty good, but it’s kindof busy and my personal life has become totally dedicated to cheering for the Red Wings and KILLING FLEAS.

Is it sad that I’ve been spraying down my bed and sheets every night before I go to bed? Even when I have clean sheets, I spray it down. I hate humid weather. The effers totally thrive in the environment in which I live. Every day is exponentially worse than the day before.

And the worst part? My roomie (and yes, landlord) is totally uneffected by them. They don’t bite him, or if they do he doesn’t admit it.

Ok, that’s all I’ve got for you. A slightly amusing recap of my current life, in the form of a rant against the fleas. Oh, how I despise them. Did I mention that I found a tick embedded in my shoulder the other day? Ewwwwwwwwwwww. My roomie made ME kill it after I pulled it out and threw it on the floor. ::grumbleJERKgrumble::

However, I can’t be mad at him because my hockey team just kicked his teams ASS. It’s now Red Wings 3, Penguins 1. He really takes his sports seriously, so it’s kindof fun to be kicking his ass. He was a total jerk when his team won the other night, so I just texted him a picture of the final score tonight. LOL.



Ok, so my computer is kindof back. I had to do a backup and reinstall the operating system. I sat on the phone with Apple for over an hour tonight… but fortunately they have it worked out that you can save an entire copy of your hard drive, yet can still reformat it and keep the info. I need to call them back tomorrow and have them help me restore my info and program, but at least my web browser is working.


I gave Eva and Sarge flea treatments on Thursday night, Eva hasn’t kept anything down since… I was going to take her to the vet yesterday, but Andy decided to pop out here, so I put it off. She ate dinner tonight, and I haven’t heard/seen her puke yet. This is a good sign. But, I’m still taking her to the vet tomorrow afternoon. I need someone to give me advice on how to avoid this in the future. And, I love you interwebs, but this time professional advice is in order.

What else?

Oh yeah!!!!

The Red Wings are totally kicking ass in the Stanley Cup Finals. WOO! Seriously, I’m not a big sports fan, but I am a HUGE Red Wings fan. My roommate is a fan of the Penguins, and both teams were looking awesome this whole season. We basically agree that our teams are good for entirely different reasons. His is very young, and they have the enthusiasm and movement of 20 year olds. But, the Red Wings have a TON of experience, and many championships between all of the players. The current goalie was the hero of the team when I was in High School, along with a lot of the other players.

So, yeah. The first 2 games of the finals series ended in the Wings winning 3 to nothing. Twice in a ROW. Lol. So, anyways, my roomie and I have a really funny rivalry going on, in which we give each other shit all the time. It’s awesome.

Ok, I’m effin tired. G’night.