A while back I tried FLEA TREATS, an all natural B vitamin flea repellent for my cats. I honestly did not think it would work when I had given them half the bottle and they still had fleas. I called the company and was told to "be patient". I have to say I really thought it was just a ruse to get me to buy another bottle. I am very pleased to tell you that: It was NOT.
Somewhere towards the bottom of the first bottle the FLEA TREATS had finally built up in their systems and now they no longer have any fleas. No, they do not.
I do still find one, possibly two, fleas on them when they come in from the hillside, but those fleas are on top of the hair, not settled in for the long haul down at the hair root/skin level - what I mean to say is they may bring in a flea or two once in a blue moon when they are out in the tall grass, but they don't seem to ever even get bitten anymore and no longer suffer from flea INFESTATION. There is NO constant scratching and itching, no 100s of fleas, no flea dirt, no flea eggs, no little colony throwing picnics on the cat's back.
I am on my second bottle of FLEA TREATS,
1. THEY WORK, but take a little while to build-up in the animal's system.
2. They must taste OK, because my cats eat them with no hesitation. However, the tablets are slightly large in size for a cat, so I usually cut them in half or I crush them and put the tablets in their wet food.
3. I did notice a change in their appetite (decreased) when I started giving them the FLEA TREATS, but they got used to the B vitamin rush and now are back to regular dietary habits.
4. I've spoken to the owner of FLEA TREATS on the phone. I trust this company with the health and well being of my cats and my credit card number.
5. I will continue to give my cats FLEA TREATS because they are safe and reasonably priced, but my main reason is because THEY WORK.
How and when do you reward yourself?
Submitted by Rainbird.
Every damn day. Life is tough, we should reward ourselves every day. My daily reward is laying on my bed in my underpants reading a book for about an hour in the late afternoon before I make dinner. It's easily the best part of my day. I turn off the TV or the music, shut down the computer, ignore the phone, and just get lost in another world.
It never fails to feel wicked and indulgent. I love it because it's the one hour of the day where I don't think about how I should be finding a job, polishing my portfolio, writing, or thinking about my new creative endeavor.
I knew my Suncatcher Eyes wouldn't be the only hand-painted eyes on the market forever, but once it finally happened it was a punch in the stomach.
This seller is using photographs of hand-painted eyes that were staged just the way mine are on clear plastic canvas, descriptions that are very close to mine, and tags and materials that also closely resemble mine.
It's a terrible feeling to be copied, but I'm trying to look on the bright side: This will make me work even harder to get the word out about my products.
I found a new supplier who can offer me a much better deal on eyes than I was getting before. That savings is going to be passed on to my customers.
Over the next few weeks, you will begin to see the price of Suncatcher Eyes go down. It will take a few weeks to update my website (one-woman operation here). I have already lowered prices on Etsy. I am so happy to be able to do this!
I can't decide which is going to be my Song of the Day.
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The stupid get going--on cable news.
I don't imagine I have anything to say about the ridiculously low the quality of actual reporting that goes on with Fox and CNN, et al, that hasn't already been said. So I'll just leave you with a nice roundup. Warning--it's emotionally exhausting.
How are you celebrating the 4th of July?
From the looks of it you'd think I was going to sit around in my pajamas and drink coffee until a totally inappropriate hour. But I got plans. I'm hoping to finish Ethan "the new love of my life" Canin's America America, take a shower, go to a barbecue, watch some fireworks. It's action-packed here in the land of the Supergenius.
Are you fucking KIDDING me?
After all my adventures last night, I get up this morning, and go out on the screen porch to enjoy my coffee. From the window well I hear an all too familiar dry leaf rustling sound. I look and over, yes, there's a teeny bun in the window well. Only I know it ain't my teeny bun, because he's still in the bathtub, enjoying his breakfast in bed:
Please meet Not-So-Teeny Bun. He's more like Teenage Bun and just as wily. Capturing him to remove from the window well was a bit more exciting, because he actually jumped in the window and ran around the basement.
Oy. Now I've got to figure out what to do with them, because if I just put them back outside, I envision having to fish them out of the window well every other day. Suggestions?
You'll notice that this was posted at the bizarre hour of 4:00 am. Normally I would be asleep at this hour, but about 30 minutes ago, I was woken by a strange thumping noise. I rolled over, felt around myself and found both the cats sleeping. Not a cat. I got up and checked on Teeny Bun. To my relief I found him asleep, having eaten his fill of the Redzilla Guest House Salad Bar--fresh picked dandelion greens, clover, and lettuce. So I walked the house for a while until I heard a suspicious scuttling, scraping sound outside my office window.
Suddenly I remembered a possible source for the thumping: the brick I had placed on top of the sump pump well cover to block the raccoon-made hole and to weight it down. I grabbed a flashlight and ran outside. Around back, at the east* sump pump, what did I find?
A fucking raccoon, trying to get the cover off the sump pump well. Yes, a raccoon who wanted to make the eleven foot fall to NOTHING but the bottom of a pit. Grendel's mother? Another daredevil moron? Or the same? No way to know.
At any rate, I yelled at her and after a few moments of hesitation, she darted up the stairwell roof, over the garage, and away. I put the cover more firmly on the sump well and piled two big limestone rocks on top of it.
Jumping Christ on a Pogo Stick, what the fuck do those raccoons think is in the bottom of my sump well? There is, as far as I know, and according to my plumber, nothing at the bottom of the well except mud, a ceramic tile, a brand new sump pump, and about three inches of water. Did Grendel's grandpa leave a treasure map showing where all the loot from his days of banditry is buried and it's under my sump well? Did Grendel's mother accidentally drop her wedding ring down there? Does the sump well contain an entrance to Raccoon Paradise?
All I know is--I'm done. This weekend I am building an elaborate, heavy, critter-proof cover for my sump pump wells, possibly with a raccoon trap/alarm/deterrent that is not a rudely awakened me, shouting and waving a flashlight. Because I've had it with that shit. Another raccoon falls into my sump pump well and I'm going to go all Tony Montana on his ass.
Late Breaking Stupidity!!
Just as I was trying to go back to sleep, my phone rang, incoming text message. There was an off-chance it was Hubbicula, so I got up and checked it. It was an official "Campus Alert" from the university, telling me to use caution on campus, because a university student had been found dead...off campus. It also gave the name of the suspect in the case: Adolfo Garcia. Because that's the kind of shit I want to be notified of at 4:30 in the morning, after I've been out frolicking around fighting evil raccoons. Plus, I'm sorry, but this has all gone toooo far. Sure, in the case of the Virginia Tech shootings, where shootings were reported on campus, these cell phone alert systems are good.
They're not good when they're used to report on a single murder that happened off campus. They're not good when used to panic people at 4:30 in the morning. Hello! I was already using caution by trying to be safely asleep in bed! Really, what could possibly be the benefit of this particular alert? Thousands of university students, faculty, and staff woken from sleep to what purpose? Lie awake and worry? Check that their guns are loaded? (Ha! Not in cuddly, liberal Lawrence.) Check that their doors are locked?
There's no indication this is anything but a single murder. No suggestion that this guy is on a killing spree. Certainly no likelihood that he's on campus menacing students, who aren't even on campus at 4:30 in the morning, on a freaking national holiday. So, there you have it: university administrators as stupid as my raccoons.
I was hoping to post the Eat to the Beat round up before going away for the weekend, but my schedule has been really hectic this week and I'm not going to get a chance. I promise I will post it first thing next week! We have some great entries, again.
Also, just a quick note to those of you who use a reader. Several months back, Vox randomly switched to a feed that only shows the first couple of sentences and small pictures in readers, which I found to be incredibly annoying. I was playing around trying to move my site (again) when I came across my full RSS feed. So, if you want to be able to view my entire post in your reader and not just the first few sentences, you need to subscribe to this feed: http://ellysaysopa.vox.com/library/posts/rss-full.xml
Have a wonderful 4th, all!
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