After a little research, we ended up purchasing the "store brand" version of Frontline in the hopes that we could be both thrifty and effective. Unfortunately, this did little beyond stressing out our cat. He was *obsessed* with trying to lick the back of his neck for HOURS.
So, long story short, two weeks later despite our efforts and immense house cleaning -- we still found fleas on Mr. Kitty.
Phase II: we decided to give Loki a bath. We were hoping that it would kill off a few of the fleas that were on him and wash away any flea eggs or larva.
As you can see, he was absolutely thrilled with this idea.
Honestly things went much better than we had anticipated. The hardest part was prying him off of our bodies and putting him in the tub. Once tub-bound, he turned into a lifeless, depressed, scrawny grey ragdoll.
It was a two man-job. Kristin held him above water and kept him calm, while Dan sudds'd him up. And to Loki's credit, no blood was drawn.
These lovely pictures describe the result of our endeavors:
And now we have an incredibly fluffy, soft, lavender scented terrorist -- who never wants to be by the bathtub again!
dear loki,
ReplyDeletethose big meanies! you look ummm.... rather pathetic when you're wet. dont you worry, "grandma" is coming down to save you! oh. and please ditch the fleas first!
love you all - see you at the end march!