Just in case you have never been introduced to Charlotte, she our token "flake" of the homestead... As cute as she is, she has a
TON few wires loose in her brain and is a, well, total flake. Today was flea drop day. Yes, I am still continuing the flea fight (WAR.) Anyways, so here is how the story goes... Charlotte hangs out in the basement a lot because well, no one goes down there. So our plan was to
chase get her to run out, and the person guarding the door would catch her. Turns out that little flake is FAST. So up we run from the basement, looking on the main floor. Then we decide that she is up on the 2nd floor under the bed (which she was...) So now the plan is to get her to run out from the bed and into the bathroom, and we would trap her in there and go in with "the goods." That didn't work either... So this goes on like, 3 or 4 times, all 3 floors of the house... Yeah... we were tired...
So finally, she goes into the office and lays in the paper basket. At this point, we are so tired, and she is so scared, she let Hubby just walk up to her, grab her neck skin, hand her over, and I put on the drops. As I was applying the drops, Hubby said, we should cut her nails. She was so traumatized at that point, I said no because I seriously thought she was going to have a heart attack... After the drop application, my little babe tucked away in a dark corner for about 30 minutes, and then emerged to go find another dark corner on the 2nd floor... (This next part is just for my conscience) Really, she puts this upon herself... If she would just let me put the drops on and clip her nails once a month, all would be well!!!
So, conclusion? Drops accomplished, and we don't have a dead cat.
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She is so elusive, I pretty much only have pictures of her from the back.... |