It’s 12:30 AM.  I went to bed about an hour ago, but haven’t been able to sleep, so I decided to write.

With a lack of topics, let’s go with the title of this blog… two cats and chloe!  My little family has an issue… one that has been plaguing us for well over a year now.  It’s a topic of conversation that makes people cringe, and I honestly think there is a social stigma that causes people to judge my household.

We have fleas.  This is not something I’m proud of.  And it’s not something that I’m happy about.  It’s also not something that I willingly go around telling folks, HOWEVER, I’m desperate to get rid of these horrible, blood sucking, parasites that have taken up residence on my pets and in my home.  These quick little [insert obscenity of choice here, because when it’s just me and the fleas I call them something that is definitely R rated!] Anyway- these quick little [bugs] have moved in, and do not plan on leaving any time soon.

I’ve tried flea treatments: All of the animals are currently being treated with Frontline.  The cats have been sprayed with a magic flea spray.  There was the night that my mom and I decided to bath the cats with Dawn dish soap. (Let me just briefly tell you that it ended in projectile kitty cat butt juices.  It was awful!)  The house was bombed.  And then the house was sprayed.  I have vacuumed and vacuumed and vacuumed again.

None of this has worked.

The cats are indoor cats.  Chloe must bring them into the house.

I’m about to wave the white flag and let the flea circus begin.  Maybe I can charge people to come in a see the show… then we’d cash out on a flea market!  But [lame] jokes aside, I’m sick and tired of these bugs.  And I just got a roommate two days ago.  It’s totally not fair for her to live in such nonsense and buggy filth!

So I’m writing in hopes that one day a reader will find this blog, leave a comment, and fill me in on the top-secret secret of how to kick the fleas out of the house!  Please- help a girl (and her pets) (and her roommate) out!