Every four-legged creature in my house hates me, even though what we are doing is for their own darned good — kinda like when I have to explain to a seller why she needs to fix up her home to sell or when I have to tell a buyer’s agent that the bank says her buyer needs to pay more to buy that Sacramento short sale, and the reactions I receive. It’s a familiar feeling. I’m like that walnut in Plants vs. Zombies when you give it plant food, though. Holding power.
If you’ve never had to deal with ringworm, you’re fortunate. I was fortunate for 60-some years until a few weeks ago. The vet says our new Ocicat, who came from a breeder in Auburn, is most likely the carrier — but you know how small some people are; things like this, they would never own up to it unless we forced the issue, and it’s just not worth the hassle we’ve already got. Little Tessa is the only new thing in the house.