There's something happening here....

After sighting ONE single flea on Percy, we went into full attack mode in the house.  We've been through this before.  There are cats outside that we feed, one is Scruffy's sister and the other his Mom.  There are 3 or 4 others.  Once in a great while, a flea finds its way inside.

So we immediately salted the rugs and sprayed the cat bedding and ours and the furniture with an all-natural deterrent.  Then we attempted to powder or spray the cats.  Some are easy (Lupo, Notte, Percy) and the others are most definitely not.  

Scruffy was walking past my husband at the kitchen table and my husband grabbed the flea spray and managed to get his butt.  Scruff was not amused.  

Right after that, he stopped coming out of the dining room.  He would hang out on the table all day.  He did not come to the kitchen to play with his beloved "mousie",  He did not come into the living room for pets and scratches, or to cuddle with someone else.  

He sat on the dining room table waiting for his food, which he ate, but refused to go anywhere else.  He slept there.  

Wow, was he in a snit or what?  Well, it turns out it was "or what".  

After 3 or 4 days of this, we noticed something under his chin.  To me it looked like a "raw" spot.  My husband, being more bold, touched it and it smelled like an infection.

This morning he trekked to the vet and got some antibiotics.  Luckily, if I pulverize things into his food, Scruffy is a good boy and scarfs it all down, and he did just that.  He also allowed us both to pet him.  He came into the kitchen to get a drink.  He was also in the kitchen again, on his pad, just hanging out for a little while.  He even spent a little time looking out the back doors.  

He has 9 more days of antibiotics, but I am encouraged by his immediate response.  Or maybe he just knows we are trying to help him.  

What happened?  Was he scratching too hard?  Did he have a flea or two?  Or was he playing too rough with someone and got scratched?  This we will never know.  But, hopefully, my sweet boy is now on the mend.  He is alert, he is eating....good signs.  Let's hope for the best.