How many full-grown humans does it take to put Advantage drops on the necks of six average-sized cats (well, five average-sized and one mega-supersized)? Let's find out ...
Last night Mom noticed that Charmee was scratching his neck a little more enthusiastically than usual, so she went to the storage room where she keeps all of our cat supplies and broke out six ampules of Feline Advantage. She did this very non-chalantly, but I still knew that something was up. When she came out of the supply area, she didn't have anything in her hands, so I figured that the coast was clear ... Until I noticed that she was removing pillows from the bed. Mom likes satin pillowcases and she now takes extra care with them since I ruined one by rubbing Feline Advantage on it ... How was I supposed to know that the chemicals in the flea control product eat huge holes in satin?? That leads me to thinking ...
Anyway, Mom moved the pillows and contacted our grandparents who were eager to help corral us. Three adults vs. six cats. Not a fair fight in my book ... It should at least be one-to-one ... We are a wiley bunch.
Mom had her strategy worked out. The package was quietly opened and the viles were at the ready. Mom spied Sparky on the back of the LaZ-Boy, Cocoa Puff was on the floor and Fudge Ripple was near the rocking chair. Mom went for Sparky (success!), grandpa was able to seize Cocoa Puff (he had some difficulty picking him up), but grandma blew it with Fudge Ripple ... Boy, for a seventeen-year-old, Fudgie is speedy and slippery. He bolted down the hallway and under the bed.
Advantage was quickly applied to Sparky and Cocoa ... Catch and release.
Grandma tried to get me, but I was too fast. I zipped down the hallway and launched myself onto Mom's bed. Mom walked up and put the grab on me. I tried to wriggle out of her arms, but no deal. I had a greasy chemical spot on my neck in no time.
Grandpa knows Pumpkin pretty well, so he went into the master-bathroom and plucked him off of the towels. Pumpkin had no idea what was transpiring in the other rooms, so he gave in without much of a struggle.
Lucky Charmz was watching all of the action from above the cabinets. He caused the feline rodeo and yet, he didn't have his Advantage! Mom and grandma solved this problem quickly. Grandma got the kitchen ladder and went up it to grab him. Mom just suggested her usual: Climb up on the countertop and prod him with the taco press or some salad tongs. Charmee likes to play with both, so it's fun for him. I wonder what the neighbors think when they see six-foot-tall Mom standing on the counter grabbing at Charmee's tail with an industrial sized pair of tongs ... ?
Last, but not least, was Fudgie. Mom had to go under the bed after him and he had really wedged himself between some boxes. Of course, Mom was victorious as she's pretty tenacious and doesn't like loose ends where we are concerned: It's "all for one and one for all," I guess.
All of us got our chemical flea control grease slicks ... Mom and the grandparents got some exercise. I wonder if clippy claws is next ... ?