Consumed

My cat has fleas.

No I'm not tuning my ukelele. I'm vacuuming my carpet. Every day for seven days, because Annabel really does have fleas. I don't know how. She never leaves the apartment, but the vet confirmed there are fleas on my cat.

They poured some medicine on her head to kill the ones eating her and my job is to make sure there are no breeders on the floors. Ugh.

Who would ever think the living habits of tiny beasts would interest me, but I am consumed.