Yesterday I petted Rosie and suddenly my middle finger hurt and I saw a black tiny spot. At a closer look : it was a flea !! I shaked my finger, the flea fell on the white tiles where fortunately I could see it so I stamped on it with my whole weight and then checked if it was really dead !
Disgusting ! and that in winter ! I always put an anti flea product on my cats except in winter, because a normal flea should freeze to dead and not living in a cat fur flat and then moving on my middle finger, which started to itch. And if he lives there with his family ??
I ran in the kitchen, picked up the flea product, one for each cat and started the treatment. Rosie was very upset and ran away. Pookie only opened an eye and said nothing and Arthur hissed ! Unthankful cats ! they prefer to house fleas !
And then my misery started. Although it had only been ONE single flea, suddenly my whole body itched. My arms, my legs and my belly where no flea had any access, because they were covered with layers and layers of clothing, and even for a very mobile flea impossible to get through. I checked thoroughly, of course there was no flea bite or any black flea like spot. Nevertheless it itched.
It even itched after a shower, a fresh pajama and fresh bedsheets ! Now I think it might by psychological.