This winter has seemed endless to me. The cold has been colder and lasted longer. My mind has dreamed the dreams of spring for months now. Thoughts of flowers, warm days and cool nights and the promise of fresh vegetables have filled my head. Spring fever can’t be far behind these thoughts.
Flea prevention has begun in anticipation of the spring that we are hope will happen. Atticus knows this and is on alert for those little tubes that contain the flea prevention. Atticus missed his calling in life; he would have made a dramatic actor. If you were to watch the events that take place when Atticus must have these treatments or visit the vet, you would probably laugh at his antics. If you were to participate in these events, then you would not find his antics amusing.
Last year, we began keeping an extra tube of flea prevention on hand. We waited for the right moment and orchestrated a highly sophisticated and complicated sneak attack. It was difficult, but effective and required fewer trips up and down the stairs. The details remain top secret and cannot be revealed in their entirety here, because he may have learned to read. I can tell you that these special ops produce less screaming from him and myself as well.
Each mission must be unique; Atticus will not repeat the same mistake. Besides, it gives Atticus the opportunity to show off his dramatic side. Last year I chose to medicate him at one of his many snack times. I opened the new tube in an undisclosed location and walked toward his bowl. Atticus sensed something was up, the treats were placed in his bowl and swiftly the tube was placed between his shoulder blades and squeezed. Atticus turned and looked at me. He realized that he had been tricked and betrayed by the person that he loves most in this world. There would be repercussions for my actions.
Atticus now approaches his food bowl from a different angle, keeping my hands in his sight the entire time. Atticus and his dramatic antics give us a reason to wonder, are fleas really that bad? Perhaps we should attempt to make friends with the parasites, train them and create our very own flea circus. Atticus could become gainfully employed as the Official Flea Circus Flea Feeder. It is a dramatic idea, but would my dramatic feline cooperate?