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Lunchbox:
My kitty is named Tigerlily. She is a brat! Currently she lives outside because she has fleas and no matter what I do I can't get rid of them. I miss her cuddles at night time. :(

TwistedRemedy:
That is the prettiest cat..

Barmymoo:
Have you bathed her in anti-flea stuff? As in, got her completely soaked? There are some pretty cool anti-flea shampoos but I can't remember which one we use for our dog and it's probably different for cats too. Our kittens have fleas :s We're getting them flea collars, I hope it works because I cannot stand the idea of insects on my pets. UGH.

I have two kittens, identical except that one is fatter, and an older cat who is black and white and very gorgeous. Then we have a dog, a little terrier cross, and at my dad's there's another big fat black and white cat and a Labradoodle. Also lots of expensive goldfish in the pond, which I just can't get enthusiastic about, and dozens of chickens and two ducks. That's a lot of feeding.

Eris:
Also, making her stay outside (where she got the fleas in the first place and where they like to hang out) probably isn't helping the situation. Maybe really clean her and fleabomb the lounge room to see if that does anything to help.

Snot (the chihuahua; he's Snot a real dog) has fleas and Dad can't work out how to get rid of them, so he keeps scratching incessantly. Fleas really are annoying little buggers!

allison:
I've had 4 cats: Sabrina, Samantha, Tac and Rudy. Bri and Sam died when I was young, and Tac had to be put down a few years ago...but Rudy is still around, though I hardly see him because he is always hiding. He is afraid of his own shadow (and the doorbell, and footsteps, and sudden movements - I think you get the picture).

When my stepdad moved in with us he brought a dog and I have never been a dog person...but Casey was a good first dog. He was astonishingly well-trained and obedient. He was affectionate to those he was familiar with, but when he was a puppy he lost one of his eyes and that made him sort of anti-social. He lived to be 18 and passed away in my stepdad's arms.

After that...we adopted this monster:


Bayley! When he was a puppy he was abused, and a rescue service took him in. He then bounced around from foster home to foster home, but always ended up back with the service because he was so badly behaved. We took him in when he was a little over a year old, and he was a terror. He had a radar for the most important thing in the room, and would choose to destroy that thing. It was hard, but we forgave him and kept him. Couldn't imagine my life without him. And gosh, if he isn't the cutest thing.

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