I'm done. I've done all of the sprinkling, vacuuming, cleaning that one person can humanly do. I will say that the house has NEVER been cleaner, which is kind of nice. But after 4 days straight of pretty much constant cleaning, I just saw another goddamn flea. So exterminators in the tri-state area, please answer your phone when it rings, because I'm about to call every single one of you to come here and bomb my house (possibly literally). [grumble grumble]
In the meantime, anyone want two cats?
(By the way, I realize the fleas aren't the cats fault. Hell, they never even go outside. EVER. But we've had them confined to two rooms upstairs for the past week while I'm on flea patrol. And Salinger was pulling HUGE chunks of hair out of himself and they were floating all over the house and it was disgusting. It is SOOO nice not having the cats roaming around. The house is cleaner, there's no pet hair floating around, and I don't have to keep checking our beds to make sure neither of them peed on it. I love the cats (sort of), but I really wish someone else would take them and love them. [sigh] Of course, Salinger goes to the vet today because he's lost a TON of weight recently and I think something's wrong with him. And if they tell me it's something horrible and we have to put him down, I'll feel incredibly guilty for typing this last paragraph. But if that does happen, does anyone want just one cat? LOL!)