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Aug. 24th, 2007 09:54 pmI'm reaching the point in packing where the list of things I still need to pack is shrinking, and my desire to start chanting, "I think I need a bigger box," in strange accents is growing.
We've also started re-applying the cats' flea medicine, aka "torturing" the kitties.
Of course, since the "torture" is pretty much squeezing a bit of liquid onto the back of their necks and petting it in, it's become much less of a production than it used to be with the flea collars and getting Blackie or Ginger to sit still. So Shroedinger's response to getting her dose of meds? Was to blink and look around, as if she was asking if something had happened that she should know about.
We've also started re-applying the cats' flea medicine, aka "torturing" the kitties.
Of course, since the "torture" is pretty much squeezing a bit of liquid onto the back of their necks and petting it in, it's become much less of a production than it used to be with the flea collars and getting Blackie or Ginger to sit still. So Shroedinger's response to getting her dose of meds? Was to blink and look around, as if she was asking if something had happened that she should know about.