Evidently this is “abandoned kitten” week here at Animal Shak. Although I had inspected the kitten - who is now named S.S. Turdley Sybil instead of Cali (S.S. stands for Satan’s sister named this after she bit my finger) - the fleas made their appearance.
I first went online to see what Mr. Internet had to say about getting fleas off kittens. I didn’t want to douse her with chemicals that would make her sick. I posted on my Facebook that we needed a solution. Finally the vet was called and they assured me that there were baby cat doses of the flea solution that wouldn’t hurt the wee ones.
My online friends also suggested washing her in Dawn dishwashing soap, but to be careful not to get any in her eyes. Another friend suggested putting out little saucers of beer to attract the fleas and subsequently drown them.
In the end, I went with the advice of my veterinarian and got the tiny tiny dosage of the manufactured stuff. We also dosed our older cat because it had been three weeks and the vet said it wouldn’t hurt her.
I inspected the pet carrier closely and did see little black specks, evidence of flea poo. This convinced me that we did do the right thing by treating her, our other animals, and the living areas. We’ll keep a careful eye on her … at least until I convince the kids to let me give her to a good home (which I have found in Alabama).
Photo shows where she bit my finger yesterday.