Post by trinity on Aug 13, 2006 9:27:26 GMT -4
I almost hesitate to tell the story because it starts with my cat having fleas (gross). But anyway, it happens to the best. She is an indoor cat but she got out a few weeks ago by accident and spent the night in the back yard. As an indoor cat, she was not wearing a flea collar (THAT"S changed already let me tell you! Indoor, outdoor, upside down, the little rodent is wearing one from now on). Anyway, I had a bottle of Hartz flea and tick shampoo. I didnt remember where I got it at first, one year I had three cats who had fleas twice each even while wearing collars. I thought I got rid of all my flea supplies last year when the cat had been an indoor cat for a whole year, but here it was, a bottle of flea shampoo. Must have missed it. So I shampooed the cat. The stuff smelled really bad, but hey, flea shampoo does. I had already sprayed the house with zodiac stuff and it smelled pretty bad. I rinsed her well, fortunately as it turns out. Then later on I felt a flea on MY face, dancing in my hair! So go figure, guess what I did? I hopped in the shower at top speed and poured the flea shampoo on my own hair. Thats when I realized, no way is this shampoo, it smells like...... turpentine or something. So I wash my hair twice more with my regular shampoo and get out, trying to think WHERE on earth this bottle came from. Then it hit me. I got it out of a butter churn that used to be at my mothers house-I didnt think anything of it because in the churn also was rags and an old dog collar and leash, so I figured it must be my mother's pet supply stash. I called her. Nope. It was floor wax for the old tile she used to have. She put it in the flea shampoo bottle years ago as the bottle was a squeeze bottle and she found it easier to squirt and mop.
For me its just funny, but for my poor kitty, now I have to put her through all that torture again, we all know how much cats love baths.
Boy I'm glad my mom never used Nair.
For me its just funny, but for my poor kitty, now I have to put her through all that torture again, we all know how much cats love baths.
Boy I'm glad my mom never used Nair.
