Fluffer Nutter

So a couple weeks ago my wife came and took the dog. The dog had fleas, and the fleas were becoming a problem. So last weekend I "bombed" the basement, and last night I "bombed" the main floor of the house. There was so much of the good killing stuff in the area that it set off the fire alarm!

Anyway, in the middle of the night I had to use the bathroom. So I opened the door to my bedroom and went into the other room on the second floor of my house. The reason I keep the door closed is two-fold: to keep the cats out (who may still have fleas, given the fact that I didn't get them any repellant yet) and to keep the cool air in (because my wife took the air conditioner from that room). When I went into the bathroom it was like I was walking into flea city. I could feel them jumping on my legs. I knew I had a problem.

So this morning, I got out another one of those bug killers to use on the upper story. I needed to make sure that the cats were outside, so I checked to make sure that none were around and I set my cat door to only allow them to go out, and not come in. So I go and light one of these bad boys off upstairs and go to walk outside and there is one of my cats - "Fluffer Nutter" aka "Fluff". I check to verify I had set the door properly and then put him back outside.

Now here's the point of this entry: the cat starts batting at the cat-door, and he pulls it up with his paw and sticks his face in the open space. He then is able to get inside! I nudge his face out of the door with my foot, think for a little bit, and just open the thing so the other cats will be able to get inside as well. In retrospect, I suppose I should have set the cat door to not allow movement in either direction, but I didn't think of it at the time.