Host of the fleas

Tiger, the largest of my cats (as well a cute, very social and oversensitive gray striped male), must be hosting an impressive flea population because he scratches often and leaves several eggs behind wherever he jumps down or spends some time resting. Why do I mention that? Well, I attempted to clean my place a bit today and, while hanging laundry, must have left the bedroom door open. You know the rest. I continued to clean for a while when suddenly it struck me Tiger was nowhere to be seen. I looked in the kitchen, I looked in the bathroom, I looked inside the operating washing machine. No trace. Peace and quiet, no sound to be heard (I turned the TV and washing machine off). At that point I pretty much knew and turned my step to the bedroom. Where, on my unmade bed, curled upon and against the messed up covers, Tiger was preparing to take a nap. I only managed to say "Yyyyyyyy" and look directly in his eye as he looked in mine! He got up immediately and left the room in a hurry, miaowing and demanding to be let outside, probably to get as far from me as possible. I attended to his wishes, letting him out through the window, and was left with a huge pile of bed covers to inspect for fleas (found one, it was large, so probably a female) and wash, to be safe, twice each.

I mean my hands dropped. I have so little time to myself and now this. I can't wait until I get rid of that one hour of work each day so that I can pull my.. self together a bit better than I do now.

Update: watching Nadia Giosia's Bitchin' kitchen, quote: "a little selfishness is a good thing. Too much selfishness, on the other hand - even better."

I changed the sheets on my bed to all white/pale green/pale blue so that any fleas are clearly visible.

About five minutes ago the queen mother cat threw up because she had too much chicken liver for dinner. But she didn't throw up directly on the floor, oh no. Upon waking up, she puked from atop of the armchair down one of its sides. Luckily, the armachair was covered with a blankie and on the blankie the puke went. Very fresh, too, basically the pieces of liver came back without much fluid. The poor cat can't stop eating when there's still food left in her bowl - she probably somehow remembers going hungry when she was still feral. I gave her too much to eat beacuse I bought a large tray of livers for both the cats and myself but forgot all about it until the livers went past their expiration date. Now I also have to wash the cat blankie.