Brimstone

[smokingboot]

So off down to the Cittie of Yorke last night, to catch up with Elvis Diary and a few others. Elvis gave me a pot full of 'flowers of sulfur' to dust down poor pussycat Surya, who is scratching and noodling away at herself, with a result of almost bald back legs.

'Perfectly safe,' announced Elvis, sticking her finger in the yellow powder and popping it into her mouth, 'in case it's not just a nerve thing....she can ingest it, no problem. Gets rid of mites of all kinds, all sorts of infestations. Just dust her lightly with it. Good for mouth ulcers too. And if you run out of interesting things to do with it, remember you can always use it to call up the devil.'
The waiter eyeballed us and moved smoothly on to the next table.

This morning I have smoothed some of the brimstone powder on to poor puss, who was not impressed and ran upstairs. I have washed my hands several times and even so, they remain slightly sulfurous. I don't quite understand why Lucifer would be so keen if all it does is get rid of pests and leave eggy smells. Not that I intend to ask him. Reading the news, looks like he's busy.

Comments

[benicek.livejournal.com]

I had to flea powder our otterhound once. She absorbed an enormous amount of it and seemed to find the whole process quite amusing. Then, of course, she shook herself, creating a spectacular dust cloud.

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

I know you must hear this all the time but she is just gorgeous!

[benicek.livejournal.com]

Haha. Gorgeous but permanently FILTHY and very, very naughty. She died in 2001.

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

Lovely dog, no surprise about the filth - goes with the adorable shaggyness!
So sorry to hear about her death. She looks to have been a fine fit girl.

[benicek.livejournal.com]

She's a family legend. My daughter feels cheated that she died before she was born.

She would eat (and then vomit up) anything she could find or steal. Broken glass, lumps of coal, cowpats, pieces of wood, bars of soap, whole chickens, exhumed dead hamsters, whole packets of paracetamol, anything.

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

A proper dog then! :-)

Ours would attempt something similar, except my aunt's bubble and squeak. I had no idea she had served him this terrible stuff, until I walked into the room where he ate, to find the bowl up turned and the walls copiously smeared with it.