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Advantage Is a Freakin’ Miracle!

Remember the bad ol’ days, when your pets and you had very few viable treatments for flea infestation?

Those were bad times, huh? I remember monumental battles that took place in my home between man and that little bloodsucking critter. It was a pitched battle. Much cussing and scratching ensued. The fleas retreated for a time, but always seemed to regroup and attack again in strength.

Well, not anymore, Jack! We have the MX missile of flea weapons these days. A regular thermonuclear, bunker-busting, flea killing miracle. Remember the old Brylcreem commercials from the 60s? “A little dab’ll do ya'” was the sound bite of their advertising. That’s the case with this miracle flea killing weapon… just a wee bit’ll kill them nasty little buggers right quick, folks.

What’s this miracle called? It’s Advantage® Flea Treatment by Bayer. Yeah, that’s right; the aspirin people. No, not chocolate aspirin, just the regular kind. Sadly, it’s a tad bit expensive. Four vials (I have three cats) costs about $50 locally right now. My brother found a place online that sells it for $31.50 (free shipping). I ordered it online. I received it in about a week. It comes via airmail from Great Britain. It is the exact same stuff that you buy in the U.S., but the writing on the box and instructions is in that weird British English. Heh!

Anyway, my poor kitties (inside only – they never go outside the house) were suffering for a couple weeks now. I must have brought some pregnant flea in the house on the cuff of my pants or something. I hate to see my poor girls itching and scratching like that. I received the package in yesterday’s mail. I immediately went through the usual procedures when it comes to giving my cats any type of medication… much screaming, chasing, getting bloodied and scratched, etc. Finally though, I had administered the meds. My cats didn’t like me last night.

Today, they love me again. They’re so happy. They don’t have any little bloodsucking critters gnawing on them anymore. Life is good again. Ya’ gotta’ love this stuff. I don’t understand the chemical babble behind its capabilities. I just know it works… and FAST. That’s all I care about. I can’t have my girls itchin’ and a-scratchin’ all over the damned place. Not only that, but they sleep in my bed and then I get in there later and start itchin’ and a-scratchin’. Can’t have that. Thank you, Advantage®! 🙂

We have met the enemy and it is an annoying little bugger. However, we have the advantage thanks to chemical warfare. Bye-bye, fleas. Gnaw on the devil’s ass when you get to HELL!

So much for today’s informative and entertaining article.

Meow! Meow! Meow… (Translation: Until next time, folks…)

~Eric

I Live With Three Beautiful Ladies

I love them dearly.

Back in ’98, my mom was dying. She was living here with me in Tampa at the time. She was too sick to stay in her beloved cabin in the North Carolina mountains anymore. One day mom told me she wanted a little kitten. I was incredulous, to say the least. What was I going to do? Tell her no? I said, “Sure, mom. Whatever you want.” She was going to find one in the newspaper. Alright. That was that.

About a week or so later, a friend who worked with me at the Sears Service Center here in Tampa came running into the shop at work one morning. He was in a frenzy. “Eric! There’s a tiny kitten out in the back parking lot!” Well, the back parking lot was also where 20 or 30 service vans came and went about this time every morning. That kitten didn’t have a chance. We ran back there to check.

She was really tiny… about 5 or 6 days old. There was a feral colony in the woods behind the service center, so I figured one of the mama cats was moving her litter from one place to another and dropped this one along the way. I could tell it was a little girl because it was a three color cat, also known as calico. Calico cats are almost always female. I gathered her up and clocked out and took her home to my mom.

She was so little, though, that she wasn’t eating solid food yet. I had to become a substitute cat mother for her. With a little help and training from my then girlfriend, Sherry, we learned how to bottle feed and take care of the little one. I wanted to name her “Sears the cat”. My mother was having none of that. She said, “This kitten is PRECIOUS.” It stuck.

What I didn’t know at the time I brought Precious home from work was that my mother had already found a kitten in the paper. A lady was bringing it over in a couple days. Oh my. So, that’s how I ended up with Precious and Patches (another calico). Sadly, my mother didn’t live too long after this. She never really got to enjoy the kitties’ company. However, they’ve been the absolute best thing she could have ever left me.

A couple years after mom died. I brought in a little feral black kitten that was living in my backyard. Her name is Li’l Black Kitty. Original, huh? She’s a sweetheart. And Li’l Black Kitty makes three. That’s how I ended up living with three beautiful ladies. Here they are… Precious, Patches, and Li’l Black Kitty.

Yeah… Yeah… I know what posts like this do to my burly biker reputation.

Until next time… ride safely!

~Eric