Sweetie Pie Turner here, MomGoth’s mom’s cat.
Did you ever have a lergy? I got one. I’ve been scratching and scratching until I blooded myself, and MomGoth took me to my vet. He said the problem was a lergy, and he gave MomGoth some medicine for me.
She has to put it in my mouf! I hate that! And the worst part is: I can’t eat anything for 30 minutes before or after I take it! MomGoth sets a timer and, as soon as it goes off, she gives me treats. It is not worth waiting for, with nasty medicine taste in my mouf.
Meanwhile, On The Flea-War Front
Put some water in a white bowl. Add a few drops of dishwashing liquid. Put it on the floor under a hot light. This is a high-intensity lamp, but MomGoth has used an unshaded nightlight plugged into a low-set wall plug. The fleas hop into the warm water and can’t get out. It works!
As for the payback, MomGoth lost her keys and was about to go coo-coo looking for them. She looked at her house, our house, the walk between the houses, and was almost reduced to emptying her purse when she realized what had happened.
I would have told her, if she hadn’t found them. Eventually.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you a lergy? More than one?