The bad news:
My cats had fleas.
It was/is still driving my mom crazy.
They need to stay confined to the basement.
The flea medicine didn't work like a charm.
The cats are grumpy.
I miss them in my room.
The good news:
Because of Dawn dish soap, I think they're gone. (Knock on wood)
My mom and dad deserve a trooper or the year award for putting up with all of this.
My cats have never been cleaner.
Their fur smells so wonderful.
Oh, yeah, and in the future, when we look back at this frustrating situation, we can look at this picture of White Sox and giggle.
They do love their flea baths...