Flea treatment day today!
I’ve survived that better than yesterday’s warm bath for Fluff’s sore bottom…..
Mystic slept on my lap all the way through and seemed not to notice I was parting his hair, let alone squeezing liquid onto his skin.
Fluff on his towel-bedraped chair (just in case) sort of half woke up but made no comment on the procedure.
Felix on his (ditto) chair came awake like a Dragon in a Pinch, wriggled, squirmed, moved each bit of skin I tried to squeeze the stuff onto just as I got there, and then escaped. I think he did get the dose, though.
Why are these things labelled ‘Avoid squeezing onto fur?’
Has no-one in the pharmaceutical development team ever actually seen a cat?
Worming next month, Oh Joy!