Some of you asked how on earth did we manage to find ourselves in this itchy mess and I've had plenty of time now to think about how it all came about. First, I think when you have a little pampered frou frou lap dog like Pup vets don't think mange when they get itchy. It also didn't help that I would bathe her before I took her in for testing. I was washing the mites off.
What they also don't know is that we live in a dirty old decaying forest that is populated with lots of creepy critters that spend a lot of time walking all over the yard especially at night.
The biggest issue is this I think. Right before the pandemic, the vet changed the outdoor cats from Revolution to Vectra because one had some hair loss on his neck where the medicine is applied. Revolution is the only flea med that kills mites and fleas. The indoor cats always only ever got a dose or two of Advantage during the summer and fall months. I thought fleas were the only thing I had to worry about. Ha.
Then there was the remodel. For three years we had the floors covered in plastic which probably was a great breeding ground for who knows what. It's probably not a coincidence that we were all attacked when we pulled it up and started to put down the new floor.
It's a darn good thing I have a significant cat allergy because no matter what I have always vacuumed every day. EVERY. DAY. Always have. I also cover their beds and the furniture and change those linens everyday and keep all of them out of the bedrooms and off the furniture. I can't imagine how much worse this might have been if I didn't. It's still pretty bad as it is.