Friday 26 October 2012
The War Against Fleas (update)
For anyone rolling your eyes reading this (and I wouldn't blame you) I am aware that this was originally a topic from over a year ago. I haven't lost my mind or a year of my life. In the interest of completeness I feel like I need to bring this to a close.
We waged a long and confusing war against fleas.
Confusing because we have a house cat and live one storey up in a flat. None of our regular visitors have cats or other pets so how the hell Millie managed to get fleas we'll never know.
We used several treatments several times over a couple of months. Bob Martin? Shite. Front Line? Useless. Prescription Front Line? Nope, did nothing. To say we were at our wits end would be an understatement. Poor Millie was not happy, David was being bitten to pieces (he's clearly hotter than I am) and I was slowly losing my mind.
Eventually we gave in and went to the vets who chastised me for using the above products, checked over the cat and wrote us a prescription for something I cannot remember and couldn't spell or pronounce even if I could.
Two days later she was clear.
So in the end the fleas lost, and to prevent any hint of rebellion, we now treat Millie every three months to give us all a happier life. Such an easy solution we should have been doing it from the start.
Speaking of which...
We waged a long and confusing war against fleas.
Confusing because we have a house cat and live one storey up in a flat. None of our regular visitors have cats or other pets so how the hell Millie managed to get fleas we'll never know.
We used several treatments several times over a couple of months. Bob Martin? Shite. Front Line? Useless. Prescription Front Line? Nope, did nothing. To say we were at our wits end would be an understatement. Poor Millie was not happy, David was being bitten to pieces (he's clearly hotter than I am) and I was slowly losing my mind.
Eventually we gave in and went to the vets who chastised me for using the above products, checked over the cat and wrote us a prescription for something I cannot remember and couldn't spell or pronounce even if I could.
Two days later she was clear.
So in the end the fleas lost, and to prevent any hint of rebellion, we now treat Millie every three months to give us all a happier life. Such an easy solution we should have been doing it from the start.
Speaking of which...
What's in a comeback?
This post has been a long time coming.
53 weeks (and a couple of days).
376 days.
9,024 hours...give or take a few.
And somewhere around 541,440 minutes.
As I'm sure is obvious, I'm building up to something dramatic. I'm sorry. I'm sorry to myself for not carrying on with something that means a lot to me. I'm sorry for whichever readers may have been out there and following (probably not avidly) the stream of consciousness coming from my head.
There are many reasons that I stopped writing, not least of all is I got a little scared, a little low on motivation and very lazy.
I also had over the period of 8 weeks following my last post 2 uncles die (one very loved) and my paternal grandad who died on Christmas Eve and left me with some very mixed feelings about it.
But now's the time for me to start writing again, not least of all because a good friend of mine writes a blog that is simply amazing and if she can do it with everything she has going on as a wife, mother, friend, daughter, sister, friend and working member of society then I can knock out a post once or twice a week.
So, yes, I am back. For better or worse.
53 weeks (and a couple of days).
376 days.
9,024 hours...give or take a few.
And somewhere around 541,440 minutes.
As I'm sure is obvious, I'm building up to something dramatic. I'm sorry. I'm sorry to myself for not carrying on with something that means a lot to me. I'm sorry for whichever readers may have been out there and following (probably not avidly) the stream of consciousness coming from my head.
There are many reasons that I stopped writing, not least of all is I got a little scared, a little low on motivation and very lazy.
I also had over the period of 8 weeks following my last post 2 uncles die (one very loved) and my paternal grandad who died on Christmas Eve and left me with some very mixed feelings about it.
But now's the time for me to start writing again, not least of all because a good friend of mine writes a blog that is simply amazing and if she can do it with everything she has going on as a wife, mother, friend, daughter, sister, friend and working member of society then I can knock out a post once or twice a week.
So, yes, I am back. For better or worse.
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