Patches is the absolute smartest lil fart.  However sometimes his overwhelming curiosity gets the best of him; like sticking his head into a bit too small round cut onna cardboard box then wigging out when he realizes he’s stuck – that was really funny.

But seriously, lil booger has figured out how to open closet doors and not just any ol’ closet door; these snap shut.  He loves earplug hockey and as earplugs are wont to do, they often end up in tight corners or underneath something.  Instead of running to me and saying, “Mom I totally lost another earplug.”  He walks around the site, studying it from every angle and almost always retrieves it himself.  In fact if an earplug is dangerously close to a seemingly black hole, he always picks it up in his mouth, turns around and launches it the opposite direction.

Oh yeah, he is a fun lil toot.

But it gets even better:  As I’ve explained before he is completely in love with Molly.  Hell, Molly was one of the main reasons why he finally decided to come outta my room.  The way to a man’s heart is sometimes through another woman.  At times it’s a lil too much togetherness for Moll and she gets cranky – needs her me time and he’s starting to get purty good at understanding these piss off female signals.  Sometimes after a tussle I’ll find an earplug left in one of Molly’s favorite spots as a peace offering from Patches.  But most of the time he just buries his head in her long silky fur and like a good lil Mommy she starts cleaning him.  When she does this he has the most calm and happy look on his face; this cat can literally smile.  

Finally, here’s the really cool bit:  As Molly’s groomin for two now she unfortunately has an occasional hairball.  You can tell she has a tummy ache by her lack of tolerance for Patches and she tends to hide under furniture.  One night while doing the dishes Patches kept incessantly howling.  This wasn’t your normal come watch me play or be cute, it was distressed and urgent.  I go to him and pet him, sayin that everything’s ok.  Eventually I start to worry and begin feelin him around to see if he’s hurt or anything.  At last I give up and go sit in the living room with him, but he’s on the other side of the room staring under an ottoman.  Lil Molly was underneath curled up in her, “My tummy hurts position.”  Patches looked at me as if to say, “Fix it Mom.”  Now every time she feels bad or has thrown up a hairball, Patches always lets us know -- he even stops whatever he’s doin and runs to her if he hears her cry.

Is that not the bestest boy in the land or what?

I need some advice.  The vet thought it best to give Patches flea medication because of his super sensitive skin, but herein lies my dilemma:  Molly is the eternal Mommy; she grooms him from head to toe and he adores it.  This makes him feel peaceful and safe.  Unfortunately the package is filled warning labels and what to do incase of an accidental poisoning.  Well this is a problem.  

Anyone out there with more than one cat who needs flea medication?  If so, how do ya keep ‘em from lickin it off each other?  Also, did I forget to mention that Patches absolutely adores Molly and refuses to be away from her for more than five minutes?