In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
17. In blasphemy indeed are those that say that Allah is Christ the son of Mary. Say, "Who then has the least power against Allah if God's Will were to destroy Christ the son of Mary, his mother and all, everyone that is on the earth? For to Allah belongs the dominion of the heavens and the earth and all that is between. God creates what God pleases. For Allah has power over all things."
(The Repast 5:17)
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Friday, January 11, 2019
ONE flea
Hi Natty! How are you today? I'm sure you are busy, so please eat adequately, get enough rest, and don't forget to pray. I just finished my dinner. It was so simple, yet so good. Alhamdulillah. I cubed up some eggplant, onion and a little chopped garlic then fried it all up with some salt and pepper until it became soft, then cooked some chicken breast on top of that mix which I had marinated in soy sauce. Simplicity, Clarice. SLUUUURRRRPPPP!!!!
Luca recently came out of heat, and she had licked down her fur until she was almost bald, it looked kind of a poodle cut. I thought she was in heat and she does that, being that she is cooped up inside the house. But she kept on scratching herself, up to her chin. I didn't see any fleas, I didn't think that was the issue, I just thought that she's a nervous kitty, since she has to live with a domineering mother and such. But last night I saw it: one tiny flea, running away from the chin area back into the dark part of her fur. A clever one, too. Small, yet clever. It had obviously been there for a while, since Luca had already fashioned herself as a cat poodle. I tried to hunt it down and catch it by smothering it in a swab of rubbing alcohol, but it was nowhere to be found. Luca kept on jumping onto my table while I was trying to work and scratching herself in a frenzy like that Tasmanian Devil from the Bugs Bunny cartoon, and kicking my keyboard around while I was trying to type. OK OK Luca, I'll go to the pet store and get some flea drops. Which I did this morning. To get rid of ONE flea. I suppose it's good to be thorough. At least she's stopped scratching now.
Luca recently came out of heat, and she had licked down her fur until she was almost bald, it looked kind of a poodle cut. I thought she was in heat and she does that, being that she is cooped up inside the house. But she kept on scratching herself, up to her chin. I didn't see any fleas, I didn't think that was the issue, I just thought that she's a nervous kitty, since she has to live with a domineering mother and such. But last night I saw it: one tiny flea, running away from the chin area back into the dark part of her fur. A clever one, too. Small, yet clever. It had obviously been there for a while, since Luca had already fashioned herself as a cat poodle. I tried to hunt it down and catch it by smothering it in a swab of rubbing alcohol, but it was nowhere to be found. Luca kept on jumping onto my table while I was trying to work and scratching herself in a frenzy like that Tasmanian Devil from the Bugs Bunny cartoon, and kicking my keyboard around while I was trying to type. OK OK Luca, I'll go to the pet store and get some flea drops. Which I did this morning. To get rid of ONE flea. I suppose it's good to be thorough. At least she's stopped scratching now.
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