By Carol Mills
LAUREL COUNTY, Ky. —
A few years ago I got a flea comb at Walmart to get the fleas off my six cats.
I use Frontline flea medicine, too, but sometimes the fleas are so bad I have to use the comb. The fleas were exceptionally bad this summer and they haven’t slowed down much.
I have the comb on a table next to the chair I sit in so whichever cat comes and gets on my lap, it gets de-fleaed while I’m watching TV. I put the fleas in a cottage cheese container that has water and a squeeze of hand soap in it to killed them.
If all the cats don’t get in my lap, I hunt them down and comb them wherever they are.
Most of the cats enjoyed or put up with being combed, except for Flopsy, my long-haired yellow and white cat, which is also my most beautiful one. I know a mother is not supposed to have favorites, but she is so pretty, she is my profile picture on my Facebook account.
I had to hold her down to get the comb through her head and face, which is where most of the fleas like to thrive. Each day I would get to use the comb a little bit longer before she would run away from me. I kept doing this and finally she just kept still, without me holding her down, and let me run the comb through her. I guess she learned to enjoy the massage effect of the comb.
Not only that, she started jumping in my lab while I was watching TV, even if she didn’t need de-fleaing. She curls up in a ball and stays there until I get up. If some other cat is in my lap, she sits on the back of the chair and waits her turn.
Flopsy was a stray I picked up and she would let me pet and feed her, but she would never get in my lap.
I had told everybody about my beautiful cat that wouldn’t ever be a lap cat. Now, she finally was. And not only that, she has been sleeping with me for several weeks now. That’s an amazing turn-a-round!
Flopsy was hanging around the neighborhood about four years ago. She kept coming around my house, but I thought she belonged to someone because she wasn’t malnourished. I thought she was lost so I tried to find her owner. I took a picture of her and walked through the neighborhood and asked everyone who was home at the time if she was their cat. Most of the neighbors said they’d seen the cat roaming around, but it wasn’t theirs.
I took the cat in because I didn’t want it to get killed on the road in my neighborhood or anywhere else. She was friendly, but not affectionate. If I tried to swat a fly, she would run as if I was going to hit her. She must have been abused by whoever owned her before. I know she belonged to someone because she was already spayed. She has a short, stubby tail that is cute, but I took her to the vet to see if it had been cut, but I was told it was natural. She is a real big fluffy cat, especially compared to my other three female cats. I named her Flopsy because she flops down on the floor as if she is a ragdoll (cat) or part of one.
Flopsy is now a lap cat and a sleeping buddy, both of which I thought would never happen. She is my flea bargain and somebody else’s loss.