Where my other blogs left off was that my cat has fleas and so does my house.
My cat is smarter than I ever knew. Apparently he knew the fleas were on the carpet and refused to walk on it. He took up residence on my coffee table. He refused to get down except to use the litter. I realized he was getting thinner because he wouldn’t even get down to eat. I put his bowl on the coffee table until I could kill the fleas. When he went to the litter he jumped from chair to chair to avoid the carpet or when I came to the coffee table he’d stand on his back feet reaching for me and I’d carry him around like a baby so he could get off the table.
Check out part 4