Why the cat bit me.

I think this one is pretty self-explanatory.

For those of you who missed the back story...

Daedalus had begun chewing the hair off his front legs and was becoming quite disgruntled. Brad gave him a good brushing and we discovered what we later found to be FLEA DIRT. In 10 years, we have never had even one flea - and that's on three cats! We were mortified.

We didn't want to do a chemical bath in our living space, so we sought out alternative ideas. Thankfully, we have friends with expertise and vets with suggestions, and we were armed with a plan of action. We were going to shampoo the cat, vacuum the rugs, spray the place with eucalyptus oil, and give the cats a bout of flea treatment.

The first step was shampoo the cat.

And that is why the cat bit me.

(Can you blame him, really?)

For those of you wondering how the story ended, after feeling terribly bad about the entire ordeal, Daedalus is now a very happy flea-free animal; I have almost entirely recovered from the bite after an ugly round of potent antibiotics (save for the awesome welt left by the puncture wounds), and we appear to be flea-free!

Hooray for cats! :)