TICK TICK TICK TICK
Monday evening saw me entering the apartment cursing a blue streak. During my usual tussle with the front door knob, I had managed to jam the key into my palm, and had ended up leaving behind quite a bit of skin. Not an uncommon occurrence, since I am the clumsiest person alive and Murphy’s laws were formulated for people like me. I stepped into the apartment, mentally analyzing the best way to torture a door knob when I was enveloped in cloud that smelt sickly sweet.
On further investigation, I found out D was on a warpath. He was spraying huge clouds of tick medicine all over the place. He said that he had found out that the cats had ticks and hence he was taking steps to curb the menace. I sure hope the ticks felt as sick as the humans did!! So the cats had tick medicine sprayed on them and I was given strict instructions that I was not to pet them for three days. My heart went out to those poor cats. If cats could talk, I am sure those ticks would have gotten an earful.
I was also informed that the tick medicine would not only get rid of all the ticks on the cats but would also kill any ticks that had dared to venture into the apartment. And to top it all, an appointment was taken with the vet immediately.
I was really curious; because I had not seen the cats scratch or do anything else that could suggest a tick infestation, so I asked D how he had come to the conclusion that the cats had ticks. He told me, “I saw tick droppings on the kitchen floor.” Now that got my antennae up. Because just that morning I had spilt some of my tea leaves on the kitchen floor and being in the perpetual hurry that I am, I had just swept it into the corners of the kitchen meaning to fix it when I got back in the evening.
I truly am sorry kitties………..
On further investigation, I found out D was on a warpath. He was spraying huge clouds of tick medicine all over the place. He said that he had found out that the cats had ticks and hence he was taking steps to curb the menace. I sure hope the ticks felt as sick as the humans did!! So the cats had tick medicine sprayed on them and I was given strict instructions that I was not to pet them for three days. My heart went out to those poor cats. If cats could talk, I am sure those ticks would have gotten an earful.
I was also informed that the tick medicine would not only get rid of all the ticks on the cats but would also kill any ticks that had dared to venture into the apartment. And to top it all, an appointment was taken with the vet immediately.
I was really curious; because I had not seen the cats scratch or do anything else that could suggest a tick infestation, so I asked D how he had come to the conclusion that the cats had ticks. He told me, “I saw tick droppings on the kitchen floor.” Now that got my antennae up. Because just that morning I had spilt some of my tea leaves on the kitchen floor and being in the perpetual hurry that I am, I had just swept it into the corners of the kitchen meaning to fix it when I got back in the evening.
I truly am sorry kitties………..
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