My bifocals are on but I cannot concentrate. The cat is scratching, shaking me. Although I can’t see a thing even with my glasses on. I know at the end of all of my irritations is a flea. A plague I have dealt with and now is being further threatened by the mother in law. Who has summoned her son home back to the mainland. But we need to rip out the infested carpets. Now.
No poison works longer than 2 weeks with 6 cats. But of course to cancer us. I feel an irritation now growing and prickling up my back. I am the one afflicted.