As predicted following the demise of my beloved Whiska's, I have not yet starved myself to the vanishing point [nor lost so much as an ounce--Ed.] I have instead discovered the Wonderful World of Fancy Feast flavors and even other good-for-me foods [sort of; do not make me tell them how much spendy cat food I have scraped into the garbage. --Ed.]
I have been given my August dose of Advantage and it has been several weeks since any fleeze, living or dead, have been spotted. I do not scratch more than any normal red-blooded cat, and no little living or dead bodies are discovered in the tiny-spaced teefs of the flea comb. Nevertheless, the Human intends to keep up the monthly doses through at least November or December--to get through the hot Indian Summer season when them wicked fleeze are most likely to flourish.