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Huh? Oh sorry, I didn't see you!
I've been feeling much better this past week after having a bunch of health issues...won't go into the details here because it's the week before Christmas and I don't want to gross out Santa. I want him to visit me. Just know that I'm doing ok.
It's been a really wild week here at Casa de
Cory Ginger. Some of you may know that we've been having a heck of a time with fleas. They have been hard to control. Mom gives us all Frontline and most recently mom got rid of all dog and cat beds that can't easily go in the washing machine. In the process of trying to rid the house and us kitties of fleas, mom and dad got an information sheet from a holistic vet. One of the suggestions was a good old fashioned flea comb.
Mom had used these in the past, before Frontline and other things were available...back in the dark ages when our guardian angel Morgan was around. I mean, it sounded archaic, but mom was willing to try anything. Both Jonesie and I are allergic to flea bites and all it takes is one flea and we are miserable.
So mom went to work. First Grete...nothing.
Jonesie...1 very fat flea (now a very dead flea)
So mom takes a look for the last kitty in the house, Nigel. (Cecilia and Madison live in our workshop)
He never goes outside. Never scratches. Coat is gorgeous.
One swipe of the comb. 1 flea. Another swipe of the comb. 2 more fleas.
I think you get the picture. Nigel is a regular flea farm. By the time mom was done, she combed 20 fleas off Nigel.
Nigel got re-treated with Frontline and mom sprayed his favorite cat tree sleeping spot. She will keep combing him every day.
So now we can tell Santa who's been the source of it all...
And then...if that is not enough drama...I mean you know how I hate drama...
Dad was working in our backyard on Saturday morning. Normally Figgy and Jonesie would go outside first thing on the weekend morning...but because of the flea situation, mom and dad have been keeping everyone inside until it's under control.
Well...dad goes out to the way back and he sees a coyote!!!! In our yard! Our safe haven!!!
Mom and dad have lived here like...since the dark ages and there has never been a coyote in our yard.
Well, as I think about it...if it weren't for the fleas and stuff, Jonesie and Figaro would have been outside in the yard. And Nigel is the flea farm...so...maybe the fleas and Nigel are heroes because if Jonesie and Figaro had been let outside...::shudders::
Santa, leave an extra treat for Nigel, ok?