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...
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