You can take a small desk lamp with a good bulb in it, set it on the floor, Below, put a pan of water with a drop of Dawn in it. In the morning try to count all the fleasuntil they are gone.
Oops. I just answered you elsewhere. Take a desk lamp with a good bulb. set it on the floor over a pan of water with a drop of Dawn dish soap in it. Every morning, try to count all the fleas drowned in it until gone.
I just named my new cockerel Bubba. He just looked like a Bubba to me. Big and handsome. But he doesn't look anything like your cat. Steel grey with a golden mane and cloak.
That darned Bubba. Sometime before noon, I was going to make a pot of coffee on my electric percolator but I couldn't find the stem for it. It should have been there with the other pieces to the percolator. I thought it might have fallen but couldn't find it. I ended up packing up two boxes of books and one box of vinyl albums that Michelle is probably never going to get around to actually selling on eBay, boxed up or discarded some other junk that was on the shelf with the coffeemaker or one of the other nearby shelves and, while I was looking, I vacuumed and washed the floor in that area, but still didn't find the stem. Perhaps I left it near the sink where I was washing it, which is in the adjacent room, next to my toolbox? But no, I couldn't find it there either. Thinking perhaps it had fallen there, I cleaned out all the junk that was stored beneath the sink, throwing a lot of it away, and storing the rest of it in places that made sense to me, but I still couldn't find the stem for my coffeemaker. Since I had already cleaned the area of my office around the coffeemaker, I brought the vacuum back into my office, vacuumed up the cat hair beneath the furniture, and picked up the cat toys and other stuff that had been turned into cat toys, throwing away a bunch of the fluffy ones that no one plays with beyond knocking them onto the floor. When I got to the bookshelf that was furthest away from the coffee maker, on the far side of my office, I found, beneath that bookcase, up against the wall, another object that had apparently been turned into a cat toy - the stem for my coffeemaker. By then, it was nearly 5:00 pm.
Hows the kitty's doing? I want a cat but they get attacked in these woods. And of course, ya can't fence a cat.
They are fine, but I don't let them outdoors on their own anymore. I carry them outdoors a couple of times a day and before bed so that they can listen to the night sounds, but there is a fox that shows up in our backyard a couple of times a week.
From today's on...and until I find a fence for my adjustable bed, Lucas will not be allowed to enter my bedroom. He unplugged the wires...twice. Any suggestions" Thanks.