Yeah, we finally resorted to flea bombing the house yesterday afternoon (before winter comes).
I'd bought a 3-pack of flea foggers quite some time ago, but hadn't gotten organized about evacuating the house, shutting down gas appliances, and spending a half-day outdoors.
Well, yesterday was The Time. So, all out back, under the avocado tree. Cats in a large borrowed cage (except Old Piggy, who was on a harness and leash; the youngsters were in no mood to have harnesses put on them, and besides thay can have the harnesses off in under a minute). Tinga in her sleep cage. People hanging around however, keeping an eye on the critters.
The cagèd cats were exceedingly unhappy at first, but eventually settled down, sort of.
During the airing-out time, it was time to relight the water heater and the wall furnace. Water heater, no problem (it's practically new, and has the modern convenience features). Furnace... um. What with occasional cool nights having persisted right through the summer, I hadn't shut down the furnace, so it hadn't had its fall relighting ceremony (which would normally be around now anyway). Time to clean out the dust, and the huge accumulation of cat hair in the bottom, then light it.
The house having been aired out, 'twas time to bring the critters back in... and when the cage started moving, the cats panicked. Huckleberry got so freaked out, he attacked Top Hat. Once the cage was indoors, and the cats released, Top Hat ran and hid in my office, and Southmoon hid for a while in the hall closet, while Huckleberry stayed in the living room looking uncharacteristically angry.
Oh, well. They're back to normal now. Almost time for their next dose of flea birth control pills, to avoid the next cycle....