I’ve talked before about our preventive flea and tick treatments, and you would think that after all this time, everyone would be used to them! But not Zoe. She sees me bust out the Revolution box and runs for the hills. Or, you know, under the bed.
I don’t know if it’s the thought of, gasp, us touching her, which she allows only when it’s her idea (no wonder she lost points on her CatAge test for being antisocial!), or if it’s the actual 2 seconds of wet feeling when I apply the liquid to the back of her neck, but she hates it. She hisses, scratches, bites, and squirms like we’re trying to set her on fire or something.
Isabel isn’t exactly a huge fan, but she tolerates is much better — and if you can catch her while she’s eating, she doesn’t even notice you’re doing anything. And Pickles, Ty, and Murphy know they get a treat afterward, so they’re easy (except for the wiggling when Pickles and Murphy try to eat the Frontline tube as I try to aim carefully).
I’m hopeful that eventually Zoe will chill out, but then again, she’s been this uptight for the last 3 years, so I don’t know why I should expect anything different in the future…
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