Since I left you all hanging in the balance, I thought I would let you know that we are victorious and Molly’s hair has not continued to fall out.
I never said I was a brilliant blogger.
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Molly the Cat’s fur on her back has started to thin. It’s been happening for the last few days. I looked up what it could be and finally settled on stress. I assumed it was because she is frightened of the big blue exercise ball in the living room. Molly, who is not scared of anything and whose main pleasure in life is to hover over and taunt poor big cat Miles, is disarmed by a big inflated piece of plastic. Granted, the ball is about ten times her size. If that thing rolls around, she’s under the bed in no time.
So, I thought it was stress. I’d read in one of my many books about cats, with their frightening photos of cat diseases, that emotional stress can cause compulsive over-grooming, which causes baldness, or that it could be the affects of changing hormones. I was still worried, but there didn’t seem to be anything else that would cause the alopecia.
To my dismay I began to notice this morning that Molly was scratching herself more than usual, which can only mean one thing. Fleas.
Sure enough, when I lifted up her belly to examine it, I saw a flea flitter across her soft, white fur.
Damn! Fleas!
Where the hell did she get fleas? The poor girl isn’t allowed outside, so the fleas must have come in to get her. Luckily I had a tube of Advantage in stock, so I quickly administered it. Just to be safe, I checked Miles and saw a flea running across his tummy.
Damn! Fleas!
I ran out of medicine, so I just ordered a new batch.
The presence of fleas just makes me feel so powerless. I have to live with the fact that my cats are always going to be vulnerable, no matter how much I try to keep them safe.
Advantage is the best medicine on the market for fleas, so I know she’ll be happy in no time, and as soon as the new medicine comes, so will Miles. He hasn’t even started scratching, so I’m happy about that. I just hate that nagging feeling that I’ve failed in some way. That I’m a bad parent.
