You'd think I killed them....

"kilikini" wrote in message
om...
I had to give the masters Advantage this evening. Gosh darn it, are they
*****ed*!!!!!!! They don't even want their night dish of wet food.
They're in hiding.

You'd think I killed them. :-P


Revolution here as we can more easily afford it and, more importantly, it
also works on heartworm which is very prevalent around here.

I'd been putting off the monthly torture of the owners, but had to do it
anyway. So we go to TED and get the meds. Ouch. Lets just say that I
really hope nothing hits our bank account for a couple of weeks. We'd tried
an herbal flea and tick medication, but other than making everyone smell
like overly earth friendly hippies, it really didn't do much for the owners.

So, we get home from TEDs. Mandy has to find her math book as she took the
wrong one with her today. I start with Speedy, affectionately known as "The
Mup." I grab the bag of mup treats and sit at the table. The mup sits at
my feet eyeing the bag of mup treats. He'll do most things for a good treat
and these are his favorite "catch" treats. Putting Revolution on the back
of his neck was easy.

Encouraged, I spot Pine Cone You Freak sacked out on a chair in the living
room. I advance with Speedy on my heels, possibly in search of another
treat, but probably in order to laugh at another getting "The Treatment."
PC looks blearily at me then notices the mup. Speedy tries to lick his
nose, which distracts PC long enough for me to smear the goop on the back of
his neck and rub it in. I receive the cat look of hell from him. I know
that I will be paying for this. I walk into our room and spot 3 count them
3 potential victims. I get Tanada first. She squeaks and tries to make a
break for it, but she is too old to get too far. Then Merlin makes a break
for it, right into Rob's arms. Rob loves on Merlin while I smear the stuff
into place. Merlin goes to the trough for food therapy while Rob helps me
catch QC who is pretty agile for a sleepy Maine Coon. Then I spot him, my
arch nemesis, sacked out on a pile of blankets, laughing at the others
getting dosed. Huey, who loves to bite the hands that dose him notices Rob
and I closing in on him when it is too late for a quick getaway. Rob holds
the bitey end while I rub Revolution on his neck. Huey curses and spits,
but we persevere. Three doses left.

I hand one to Mandy so that she can take care of Miss Calico Girl then look
into Mike's bedroom, hoping to find both Sonya and Qui Gun Kit in there.
Only Sonya. I advance to where she was sleeping on Mike's bed, only to find
her almost out the door. She stops, turns around and heads back into the
room. Outside the door Speedy Whines. He knows he is not allowed into
Mike's room. The cats know it as well. They also know I cannot reach the
floor so Sonya dashes off to a small space between Mike's nightstand and the
door to his closet. I yell for Rob to help me. He comes in and we close
the door behind him. Speedy has left, hoping for another cat that will play
with him. The rest of the cats are hiding out either on the high ground of
the cat tree, or in my bedroom where the havoc has already happened.

Rob has to chase Sonya around before he finally catches her on the bed and
holds her long enough for me to plop a dose between her shoulder blades and
rub it in. She gives me a look that is pure bastino and promised revenge.
Qui Gun is out in the enclosure cowering in a corner, hoping that we'll
forget about him when he comes back in. I refuse to fight with him out
there, so we wait. Later, Qui Gun sneaks into the dining room where Mandy
is wrapping a birthday present for me and Rob is keeping her company. I am
not there, so he is safe from the butcher of peace. Rob comes into the room
and gets the final dose of Revolution. He casually walks into the dining
room. Too late, Qui Gun realizes that Rob really has gone over to the
enemy. Rob doses him and tosses the used packet into the trash can with all
the other used packets.

Next month we get to do this all over again. Dosing for pests around here
is a 12 month thing. Most years there is a brief period where the owners an
d-thing are safe, but not a sure thing and it is better to keep them dosed
and safe.

Pam S. AKA the butcher of peace

tanadashoes wrote:

Next month we get to do this all over again. Dosing for pests around here
is a 12 month thing. Most years there is a brief period where the owners an
d-thing are safe, but not a sure thing and it is better to keep them dosed
and safe.

Pam S. AKA the butcher of peace

LOL! I am so glad I only have to Frontline the cats once a year, when
we're on the island. My niece usually doses them while I hold them.

--
Marina, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Frank and Nikki.

ROFL, Pam! That's too funny of a story, and one I can really relate to!

kili

tanadashoes wrote:
"kilikini" wrote in message
om...
I had to give the masters Advantage this evening. Gosh darn it, are
they *****ed*!!!!!!! They don't even want their night dish of wet
food. They're in hiding.

You'd think I killed them. :-P


Revolution here as we can more easily afford it and, more
importantly, it also works on heartworm which is very prevalent
around here.
I'd been putting off the monthly torture of the owners, but had to do
it anyway. So we go to TED and get the meds. Ouch. Lets just say
that I really hope nothing hits our bank account for a couple of
weeks. We'd tried an herbal flea and tick medication, but other than
making everyone smell like overly earth friendly hippies, it really
didn't do much for the owners.
So, we get home from TEDs. Mandy has to find her math book as she
took the wrong one with her today. I start with Speedy,
affectionately known as "The Mup." I grab the bag of mup treats and
sit at the table. The mup sits at my feet eyeing the bag of mup
treats. He'll do most things for a good treat and these are his
favorite "catch" treats. Putting Revolution on the back of his neck
was easy.
Encouraged, I spot Pine Cone You Freak sacked out on a chair in the
living room. I advance with Speedy on my heels, possibly in search
of another treat, but probably in order to laugh at another getting
"The Treatment." PC looks blearily at me then notices the mup. Speedy
tries to lick his nose, which distracts PC long enough for me
to smear the goop on the back of his neck and rub it in. I receive
the cat look of hell from him. I know that I will be paying for
this. I walk into our room and spot 3 count them 3 potential
victims. I get Tanada first. She squeaks and tries to make a break
for it, but she is too old to get too far. Then Merlin makes a break
for it, right into Rob's arms. Rob loves on Merlin while I smear the
stuff into place. Merlin goes to the trough for food therapy while
Rob helps me catch QC who is pretty agile for a sleepy Maine Coon. Then I
spot him, my arch nemesis, sacked out on a pile of blankets,
laughing at the others getting dosed. Huey, who loves to bite the
hands that dose him notices Rob and I closing in on him when it is
too late for a quick getaway. Rob holds the bitey end while I rub
Revolution on his neck. Huey curses and spits, but we persevere. Three
doses left.
I hand one to Mandy so that she can take care of Miss Calico Girl
then look into Mike's bedroom, hoping to find both Sonya and Qui Gun
Kit in there. Only Sonya. I advance to where she was sleeping on
Mike's bed, only to find her almost out the door. She stops, turns
around and heads back into the room. Outside the door Speedy Whines.
He knows he is not allowed into Mike's room. The cats know it as
well. They also know I cannot reach the floor so Sonya dashes off to
a small space between Mike's nightstand and the door to his closet. I yell
for Rob to help me. He comes in and we close the door behind
him. Speedy has left, hoping for another cat that will play with
him. The rest of the cats are hiding out either on the high ground
of the cat tree, or in my bedroom where the havoc has already
happened.
Rob has to chase Sonya around before he finally catches her on the
bed and holds her long enough for me to plop a dose between her
shoulder blades and rub it in. She gives me a look that is pure
bastino and promised revenge. Qui Gun is out in the enclosure
cowering in a corner, hoping that we'll forget about him when he
comes back in. I refuse to fight with him out there, so we wait. Later,
Qui Gun sneaks into the dining room where Mandy is wrapping a
birthday present for me and Rob is keeping her company. I am not
there, so he is safe from the butcher of peace. Rob comes into the
room and gets the final dose of Revolution. He casually walks into
the dining room. Too late, Qui Gun realizes that Rob really has gone
over to the enemy. Rob doses him and tosses the used packet into the
trash can with all the other used packets.
Next month we get to do this all over again. Dosing for pests around
here is a 12 month thing. Most years there is a brief period where
the owners an d-thing are safe, but not a sure thing and it is better
to keep them dosed and safe.

Pam S. AKA the butcher of peace

Marina wrote:
tanadashoes wrote:

Next month we get to do this all over again. Dosing for pests
around here is a 12 month thing. Most years there is a brief period
where the owners an d-thing are safe, but not a sure thing and it is
better to keep them dosed and safe.

Pam S. AKA the butcher of peace

LOL! I am so glad I only have to Frontline the cats once a year, when
we're on the island. My niece usually doses them while I hold them.

It always takes two people, doesn't it?

kili

"tanadashoes" wrote in message
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"kilikini" wrote in message
om...
I had to give the masters Advantage this evening. Gosh darn it, are they
*****ed*!!!!!!! They don't even want their night dish of wet food.
They're in hiding.

You'd think I killed them. :-P


Revolution here as we can more easily afford it and, more importantly, it
also works on heartworm which is very prevalent around here.

I'd been putting off the monthly torture of the owners, but had to do it
anyway. So we go to TED and get the meds. Ouch. Lets just say that I
really hope nothing hits our bank account for a couple of weeks. We'd
tried an herbal flea and tick medication, but other than making everyone
smell like overly earth friendly hippies, it really didn't do much for the
owners.

So, we get home from TEDs. Mandy has to find her math book as she took
the wrong one with her today. I start with Speedy, affectionately known
as "The Mup." I grab the bag of mup treats and sit at the table. The mup
sits at my feet eyeing the bag of mup treats. He'll do most things for a
good treat and these are his favorite "catch" treats. Putting Revolution
on the back of his neck was easy.

Encouraged, I spot Pine Cone You Freak sacked out on a chair in the living
room. I advance with Speedy on my heels, possibly in search of another
treat, but probably in order to laugh at another getting "The Treatment."
PC looks blearily at me then notices the mup. Speedy tries to lick his
nose, which distracts PC long enough for me to smear the goop on the back
of his neck and rub it in. I receive the cat look of hell from him. I
know that I will be paying for this. I walk into our room and spot 3
count them 3 potential victims. I get Tanada first. She squeaks and
tries to make a break for it, but she is too old to get too far. Then
Merlin makes a break for it, right into Rob's arms. Rob loves on Merlin
while I smear the stuff into place. Merlin goes to the trough for food
therapy while Rob helps me catch QC who is pretty agile for a sleepy Maine
Coon. Then I spot him, my arch nemesis, sacked out on a pile of blankets,
laughing at the others getting dosed. Huey, who loves to bite the hands
that dose him notices Rob and I closing in on him when it is too late for
a quick getaway. Rob holds the bitey end while I rub Revolution on his
neck. Huey curses and spits, but we persevere. Three doses left.

I hand one to Mandy so that she can take care of Miss Calico Girl then
look into Mike's bedroom, hoping to find both Sonya and Qui Gun Kit in
there. Only Sonya. I advance to where she was sleeping on Mike's bed,
only to find her almost out the door. She stops, turns around and heads
back into the room. Outside the door Speedy Whines. He knows he is not
allowed into Mike's room. The cats know it as well. They also know I
cannot reach the floor so Sonya dashes off to a small space between Mike's
nightstand and the door to his closet. I yell for Rob to help me. He
comes in and we close the door behind him. Speedy has left, hoping for
another cat that will play with him. The rest of the cats are hiding out
either on the high ground of the cat tree, or in my bedroom where the
havoc has already happened.

Rob has to chase Sonya around before he finally catches her on the bed and
holds her long enough for me to plop a dose between her shoulder blades
and rub it in. She gives me a look that is pure bastino and promised
revenge. Qui Gun is out in the enclosure cowering in a corner, hoping that
we'll forget about him when he comes back in. I refuse to fight with him
out there, so we wait. Later, Qui Gun sneaks into the dining room where
Mandy is wrapping a birthday present for me and Rob is keeping her
company. I am not there, so he is safe from the butcher of peace. Rob
comes into the room and gets the final dose of Revolution. He casually
walks into the dining room. Too late, Qui Gun realizes that Rob really
has gone over to the enemy. Rob doses him and tosses the used packet into
the trash can with all the other used packets.

Next month we get to do this all over again. Dosing for pests around here
is a 12 month thing. Most years there is a brief period where the owners
an d-thing are safe, but not a sure thing and it is better to keep them
dosed and safe.

Pam S. AKA the butcher of peace

First, ROTFLMAO! Nobody tell a story like you, Pam, you really should think
about doing it professionally.

Second, my gawd - it must cost you a *FORTUNE* to keep your clowder
flea-free! Revolution is *NOT* cheap. I hope your vet gives you a
discount.

Nose Kisses,

CatNipped

"CatNipped" wrote in message
...
"tanadashoes" wrote in message
...

"kilikini" wrote in message
om...
I had to give the masters Advantage this evening. Gosh darn it,
are they *****ed*!!!!!!! They don't even want their night dish of
wet food. They're in hiding.

You'd think I killed them. :-P


Revolution here as we can more easily afford it and, more
importantly, it also works on heartworm which is very prevalent
around here.

I'd been putting off the monthly torture of the owners, but had to
do it anyway. So we go to TED and get the meds. Ouch. Lets just
say that I really hope nothing hits our bank account for a couple
of weeks. We'd tried an herbal flea and tick medication, but other
than making everyone smell like overly earth friendly hippies, it
really didn't do much for the owners.

So, we get home from TEDs. Mandy has to find her math book as she
took the wrong one with her today. I start with Speedy,
affectionately known as "The Mup." I grab the bag of mup treats
and sit at the table. The mup sits at my feet eyeing the bag of
mup treats. He'll do most things for a good treat and these are
his favorite "catch" treats. Putting Revolution on the back of his
neck was easy.

Encouraged, I spot Pine Cone You Freak sacked out on a chair in the
living room. I advance with Speedy on my heels, possibly in search
of another treat, but probably in order to laugh at another getting
"The Treatment." PC looks blearily at me then notices the mup.
Speedy tries to lick his nose, which distracts PC long enough for
me to smear the goop on the back of his neck and rub it in. I
receive the cat look of hell from him. I know that I will be
paying for this. I walk into our room and spot 3 count them 3
potential victims. I get Tanada first. She squeaks and tries to
make a break for it, but she is too old to get too far. Then
Merlin makes a break for it, right into Rob's arms. Rob loves on
Merlin while I smear the stuff into place. Merlin goes to the
trough for food therapy while Rob helps me catch QC who is pretty
agile for a sleepy Maine Coon. Then I spot him, my arch nemesis,
sacked out on a pile of blankets, laughing at the others getting
dosed. Huey, who loves to bite the hands that dose him notices Rob
and I closing in on him when it is too late for a quick getaway.
Rob holds the bitey end while I rub Revolution on his neck. Huey
curses and spits, but we persevere. Three doses left.

I hand one to Mandy so that she can take care of Miss Calico Girl
then look into Mike's bedroom, hoping to find both Sonya and Qui
Gun Kit in there. Only Sonya. I advance to where she was sleeping
on Mike's bed, only to find her almost out the door. She stops,
turns around and heads back into the room. Outside the door Speedy
Whines. He knows he is not allowed into Mike's room. The cats
know it as well. They also know I cannot reach the floor so Sonya
dashes off to a small space between Mike's nightstand and the door
to his closet. I yell for Rob to help me. He comes in and we
close the door behind him. Speedy has left, hoping for another cat
that will play with him. The rest of the cats are hiding out
either on the high ground of the cat tree, or in my bedroom where
the havoc has already happened.

Rob has to chase Sonya around before he finally catches her on the
bed and holds her long enough for me to plop a dose between her
shoulder blades and rub it in. She gives me a look that is pure
bastino and promised revenge. Qui Gun is out in the enclosure
cowering in a corner, hoping that we'll forget about him when he
comes back in. I refuse to fight with him out there, so we wait.
Later, Qui Gun sneaks into the dining room where Mandy is wrapping
a birthday present for me and Rob is keeping her company. I am not
there, so he is safe from the butcher of peace. Rob comes into the
room and gets the final dose of Revolution. He casually walks into
the dining room. Too late, Qui Gun realizes that Rob really has
gone over to the enemy. Rob doses him and tosses the used packet
into the trash can with all the other used packets.

Next month we get to do this all over again. Dosing for pests
around here is a 12 month thing. Most years there is a brief
period where the owners an d-thing are safe, but not a sure thing
and it is better to keep them dosed and safe.

Pam S. AKA the butcher of peace

First, ROTFLMAO! Nobody tell a story like you, Pam, you really
should think about doing it professionally.

Second, my gawd - it must cost you a *FORTUNE* to keep your clowder
flea-free! Revolution is *NOT* cheap. I hope your vet gives you a
discount.

Nose Kisses,

CatNipped

With a clowder that size, you buy the dose for a Bernese Mountain dog
and everybody shares.

BTW, I've never used more than half the recommended dose on my guys
and I've never had a flea problem when they are being treated. Only
time ever we have trouble is when it first gets warm in the spring.
Then usually I get bit before I notice anything.

Jo

"Jofirey" wrote in message
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"CatNipped" wrote in message
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"tanadashoes" wrote in message
...

"kilikini" wrote in message
om...
I had to give the masters Advantage this evening. Gosh darn it, are
they *****ed*!!!!!!! They don't even want their night dish of wet food.
They're in hiding.

You'd think I killed them. :-P


Revolution here as we can more easily afford it and, more importantly,
it also works on heartworm which is very prevalent around here.

I'd been putting off the monthly torture of the owners, but had to do it
anyway. So we go to TED and get the meds. Ouch. Lets just say that I
really hope nothing hits our bank account for a couple of weeks. We'd
tried an herbal flea and tick medication, but other than making everyone
smell like overly earth friendly hippies, it really didn't do much for
the owners.

So, we get home from TEDs. Mandy has to find her math book as she took
the wrong one with her today. I start with Speedy, affectionately known
as "The Mup." I grab the bag of mup treats and sit at the table. The
mup sits at my feet eyeing the bag of mup treats. He'll do most things
for a good treat and these are his favorite "catch" treats. Putting
Revolution on the back of his neck was easy.

Encouraged, I spot Pine Cone You Freak sacked out on a chair in the
living room. I advance with Speedy on my heels, possibly in search of
another treat, but probably in order to laugh at another getting "The
Treatment." PC looks blearily at me then notices the mup. Speedy tries
to lick his nose, which distracts PC long enough for me to smear the
goop on the back of his neck and rub it in. I receive the cat look of
hell from him. I know that I will be paying for this. I walk into our
room and spot 3 count them 3 potential victims. I get Tanada first.
She squeaks and tries to make a break for it, but she is too old to get
too far. Then Merlin makes a break for it, right into Rob's arms. Rob
loves on Merlin while I smear the stuff into place. Merlin goes to the
trough for food therapy while Rob helps me catch QC who is pretty agile
for a sleepy Maine Coon. Then I spot him, my arch nemesis, sacked out
on a pile of blankets, laughing at the others getting dosed. Huey, who
loves to bite the hands that dose him notices Rob and I closing in on
him when it is too late for a quick getaway. Rob holds the bitey end
while I rub Revolution on his neck. Huey curses and spits, but we
persevere. Three doses left.

I hand one to Mandy so that she can take care of Miss Calico Girl then
look into Mike's bedroom, hoping to find both Sonya and Qui Gun Kit in
there. Only Sonya. I advance to where she was sleeping on Mike's bed,
only to find her almost out the door. She stops, turns around and heads
back into the room. Outside the door Speedy Whines. He knows he is not
allowed into Mike's room. The cats know it as well. They also know I
cannot reach the floor so Sonya dashes off to a small space between
Mike's nightstand and the door to his closet. I yell for Rob to help
me. He comes in and we close the door behind him. Speedy has left,
hoping for another cat that will play with him. The rest of the cats
are hiding out either on the high ground of the cat tree, or in my
bedroom where the havoc has already happened.

Rob has to chase Sonya around before he finally catches her on the bed
and holds her long enough for me to plop a dose between her shoulder
blades and rub it in. She gives me a look that is pure bastino and
promised revenge. Qui Gun is out in the enclosure cowering in a corner,
hoping that we'll forget about him when he comes back in. I refuse to
fight with him out there, so we wait. Later, Qui Gun sneaks into the
dining room where Mandy is wrapping a birthday present for me and Rob is
keeping her company. I am not there, so he is safe from the butcher of
peace. Rob comes into the room and gets the final dose of Revolution.
He casually walks into the dining room. Too late, Qui Gun realizes that
Rob really has gone over to the enemy. Rob doses him and tosses the
used packet into the trash can with all the other used packets.

Next month we get to do this all over again. Dosing for pests around
here is a 12 month thing. Most years there is a brief period where the
owners an d-thing are safe, but not a sure thing and it is better to
keep them dosed and safe.

Pam S. AKA the butcher of peace

First, ROTFLMAO! Nobody tell a story like you, Pam, you really should
think about doing it professionally.

Second, my gawd - it must cost you a *FORTUNE* to keep your clowder
flea-free! Revolution is *NOT* cheap. I hope your vet gives you a
discount.

Nose Kisses,

CatNipped

With a clowder that size, you buy the dose for a Bernese Mountain dog and
everybody shares.

BTW, I've never used more than half the recommended dose on my guys and
I've never had a flea problem when they are being treated. Only time ever
we have trouble is when it first gets warm in the spring. Then usually I
get bit before I notice anything.

Jo

Both good ideas! Thanks Jo.

Chin Skritches,

CatNipped

"CatNipped" wrote in message
...

First, ROTFLMAO! Nobody tell a story like you, Pam, you really should
think about doing it professionally.

Second, my gawd - it must cost you a *FORTUNE* to keep your clowder
flea-free! Revolution is *NOT* cheap. I hope your vet gives you a
discount.

Nose Kisses,

CatNipped

TED charges whatever 1800petmed.com is listing. It helps.

Pam S.

"Jofirey" wrote in message
...

With a clowder that size, you buy the dose for a Bernese Mountain dog and
everybody shares.

BTW, I've never used more than half the recommended dose on my guys and
I've never had a flea problem when they are being treated. Only time ever
we have trouble is when it first gets warm in the spring. Then usually I
get bit before I notice anything.

Jo

Thanks, but Rob has the shakes, my eye/hand coordination has never been all
that good, and Mandy is even worse. We won't discuss the math involved. We
don't get dry weather. Around here it is above 70 F from March to late
November. Most winters we get one day of snow, usually on Martin Luther
King's weekend. Fleas love it here. We dose or we itch.

Pam S. still the Butcher of Peace