A bug jumped on me and before I could react it jumped off. If you have pets, that sends waves of fear down your spine.
I hadn’t seen what it was. Could it have been a flea? Fleas jump.
In our area it’s late, but not too late, for flea infestations. The weather’s wonky so why wouldn’t the insects be wonky too.
You don’t want a flea infestation. It’s work and time-consuming to get rid of them. I’ve only had one in the past 20 years but I remember it well.
None of the cats go outside but they enjoy a screened porch. There is a slight chance of picking them up.
Without Jake, who did go outside, I have not been as methodical about applying flea prevention drops. I’m not a fan of medicating if I don’t have to. It may say it’s safe but it’s still a chemical treatment.
There were no other signs of fleas but I had to check all the cats. Gracie doesn’t know about flea checks so she was easy. She wondered by she was getting combed so thoroughly but tried to make the best of it and gave it 2 purrs. That means it would have been 5 purrs if accompanied by some tuna and catnip.
Mollie I had brushed the day before but being thorough, I combed her again. Clean as a whistle.
Morgan, who is not a fan of combing or brushing, tolerated the search. There may have been soft sweet promises of a new mousie going on. Just sayin’
Hazel is always the challenge. She loves her head rubbed but not her body combed, brushed or in any other way checked. She also has a ton of undercoat hair that clogs the best of combs. It took a day to get her. She was peacefully enjoying a snooze in a sun drop when I swooped in. Quick and fast. That’s how you handle her. I got a gallon of hair but no sign of fleas.
I have no idea what that bug was but peace again reigns in the kingdom. I have to pick up tuna, catnip and some new mousies. Nothing comes cheap.