This is gonna be a short one, because I have to get busy wasting the company’s time, toner and paper typing up the music lists for a wedding we’re doing this weekend (an OUTDOOR wedding, when it’s been raining all week and isn’t supposed to stop… good times!). But I had to let y’all know…
THE FLEAS ARE DEAD.
I hadn’t wanted to give the cats any poison stuff, but I finally caved and Dear Sweet Mama sent a UN Relief Package of those pills you give them that make the fleas die. And lemme tell y’all — that shit is MAGIC! Within like 10 minutes, you could actually SEE the little dead flea corpses dropping off the cats (which was kinda gross but also kinda fascinating). And as of this morning, I have not seen any live fleas! So… we may… have won?
The only bad part was that the side effects are “increased vocalization and hyperactivity”… which we in the Hoo household already have plenty of, thanks! And of course Callie Jean tried to murder me and Ti-Jacques is not a big fan of the pill-taking either (she bit me, spit the pill out, and kicked me in the neck with her freakishly strong legs in an effort to escape, and he TRIED to bite me but I just waited til the little bastard opened his mouth and dropped the pill in — ha!). But the battle MAY be… over.