Puzzling Times
Well, I resorted to digging out one of my jigsaw puzzles last night and cleared my dining room table where I spent the evening until midnight working to put it together -- and pondered or "puzzled" over the perplexing problem with the cats (Tiger and Molly). The jigsaw puzzle was a picture of two cute little kittens, each not much bigger than one of the canning jars filled with peaches (also part of the picture).
The problem with Tiger and Molly (besides having picked up some fleas) is that they have pooped and pissed in a few places on the furniture -- luckily I have had plastic over all the leather pieces but, the smell has permeated the air at times and the Lysol spray only sets off the air monitoring alarm if I spray too much. I have rubbed their noses in their business, smacked their bottoms and dropped them in the litter box a number of times. I have even resorted to adding a layer of tin foil (which they both hate) over the plastic and covered other areas prone to their possible peeing and pooping.
Last night I kept a watchful eye on the twins and the furniture, as I struggled to piece togethere the puzzle hoping too that I might come up with some explanation for their recent change in behavior but, with the puzzle only about half complete, I headed for bed -- none the wiser. By 1:30 in the morning, I found myself answering the calls of the twins and got them both back to the bedroom and spent a half hour brushing each of them as they meowed for more and more. I also sprayed them both with a hydrocortisone spray I had picked up earlier this week (and brushed that in too). Toward the end of the brushing session, I noticed that Tiger had a little patch of hair missing on the top of his head and my worries increased two-fold for fear it might be more than fleas -- but, I was just way too tired to jump up and get on the computer just then (still blurry-eyed too from looking at all those puzzle pieces).
Both of them quieted down and fell asleep -- Molly on the dashboard and Tiger on a pile of my old jeans on my dresser (old but, recently washed jeans). Around 3:30 a.m., I awoke again to the sound of Molly snoring on the dashboard -- Tiger just zonked on the pile of jeans so, I fell back asleep myself -- until 5:30 and got up to browse the web looking up their symptoms. Didn't discover anything to upset me more so I noted some brand names of more powerful flea treatments to purchase and got back to that jigsaw puzzle and a few cups of coffee -- decided today would not be a fishing day (though the forecast showed it to be one of the three best days so far this month) and I would just be here for the twins (and the puzzle).
By daybreak (and 3 cups of coffee later), a thought came to me and I set about testing this by putting the twin's favorite cat treats in their dish -- on the floor. Neither of them would get down off the dashboard and they seemed to stare at the little silver plate beneath them as if it was floating in a sea of monsters -- just outside their reach (they even tried to reach down too but, too far). Low and behold! They thought the nasty little bugs biting them had come from the floor and they weren't about to touch any of the floor. I offered them some tuna fish in the same manner as the cat treats and that confirmed it for me -- gave them both dishes on the dashboard or any place off the floor and they were there.
I went back to my jigsaw puzzle feeling much better -- and I discovered a flea there jumping around on the puzzle (one dropped undoubtedly by Molly during an earlier visit there while I was on the computer). After finishing the puzzle, I found that one little (the tiniest) piece of the puzzle was missing but, who cares when you have all the other pieces. I made a trip to Walmart after that and now both cats are resting peacefully (most of the time -- meds may take 12 hours to work completely)
No Bingo for me tonight but, maybe some fishing tomorrow -- and thinking of how to correct the twins bathroom habits back to the litter box.
The problem with Tiger and Molly (besides having picked up some fleas) is that they have pooped and pissed in a few places on the furniture -- luckily I have had plastic over all the leather pieces but, the smell has permeated the air at times and the Lysol spray only sets off the air monitoring alarm if I spray too much. I have rubbed their noses in their business, smacked their bottoms and dropped them in the litter box a number of times. I have even resorted to adding a layer of tin foil (which they both hate) over the plastic and covered other areas prone to their possible peeing and pooping.
Last night I kept a watchful eye on the twins and the furniture, as I struggled to piece togethere the puzzle hoping too that I might come up with some explanation for their recent change in behavior but, with the puzzle only about half complete, I headed for bed -- none the wiser. By 1:30 in the morning, I found myself answering the calls of the twins and got them both back to the bedroom and spent a half hour brushing each of them as they meowed for more and more. I also sprayed them both with a hydrocortisone spray I had picked up earlier this week (and brushed that in too). Toward the end of the brushing session, I noticed that Tiger had a little patch of hair missing on the top of his head and my worries increased two-fold for fear it might be more than fleas -- but, I was just way too tired to jump up and get on the computer just then (still blurry-eyed too from looking at all those puzzle pieces).
Both of them quieted down and fell asleep -- Molly on the dashboard and Tiger on a pile of my old jeans on my dresser (old but, recently washed jeans). Around 3:30 a.m., I awoke again to the sound of Molly snoring on the dashboard -- Tiger just zonked on the pile of jeans so, I fell back asleep myself -- until 5:30 and got up to browse the web looking up their symptoms. Didn't discover anything to upset me more so I noted some brand names of more powerful flea treatments to purchase and got back to that jigsaw puzzle and a few cups of coffee -- decided today would not be a fishing day (though the forecast showed it to be one of the three best days so far this month) and I would just be here for the twins (and the puzzle).
By daybreak (and 3 cups of coffee later), a thought came to me and I set about testing this by putting the twin's favorite cat treats in their dish -- on the floor. Neither of them would get down off the dashboard and they seemed to stare at the little silver plate beneath them as if it was floating in a sea of monsters -- just outside their reach (they even tried to reach down too but, too far). Low and behold! They thought the nasty little bugs biting them had come from the floor and they weren't about to touch any of the floor. I offered them some tuna fish in the same manner as the cat treats and that confirmed it for me -- gave them both dishes on the dashboard or any place off the floor and they were there.
I went back to my jigsaw puzzle feeling much better -- and I discovered a flea there jumping around on the puzzle (one dropped undoubtedly by Molly during an earlier visit there while I was on the computer). After finishing the puzzle, I found that one little (the tiniest) piece of the puzzle was missing but, who cares when you have all the other pieces. I made a trip to Walmart after that and now both cats are resting peacefully (most of the time -- meds may take 12 hours to work completely)
No Bingo for me tonight but, maybe some fishing tomorrow -- and thinking of how to correct the twins bathroom habits back to the litter box.
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