Back in the beginning of year I was losing sleep and sanity over the uncertain state of the efficacy of the flea treatment. I described this in My Brain Has Fleas. Not with out reason, the first application at the hospital was not properly followed up with by me, and the house was contaminated. Frequent cleaning with a better vacuum improved my state of mind. Now that I am two months past the last treatment, I can report no behaviour or material evidence. Some doubts still linger and I do watch how intensely or frequently The Baroness scratches any specific point.
Because of the lifecycle of the fleas and the repeated cleanings I think I have gotten rid of them for good. Since I am talking about my cat. Here are some pictures.
|The Lady, Baroness von Softpaws of Gallifrey, wants something.|
|Toes. TOES, TOES!|