MY TEEFS WERE STOLEN & THE HUMANS’ ANNIVERSARY

Well not all of my teefs, just two. I cannot believe my humans gave their permission for such a thing. Supposedly one of those teef was dead and the other was being reabsorbed. And the vet discovered I had lost three teefs all on my own. That’s five toofies gone! Hope I don’t have to get kitty dentures. Do they have those?

Tuesday was a long day. Dad dropped me off at the vet office at 8 a.m.

 

Teefs: In the PTU in the Cat-Only Waiting Room.

In the PTU in the Cat-Only Waiting Room.

Teefs: Waiting in the exam room. No way I was voluntarily leaving the PTU.

Waiting in the exam room. No way I was voluntarily leaving the PTU.

 

That was the last I saw of my parental units until Mom picked me up at 3:30 p.m. Heather, who did my toofie cleaning, met with Mom. She gave her a complete set of the x-rays of my teefs, photos taken during the procedure and diagrams and descriptions of my exam and extractions.

 

Look at these nice clean teefs.

Look at those nice clean toofies.

 

I’m supposed to be eating only stinky goodness for a few days, but I’m a tough guy. I went straight for the “hard stuff” the moment we got home.

I’m on pain meds for three days. My stitches are supposed to dissolve. Thank Cod, I don’t want another trip in that PTU. Neither Mom, Dad nor I could remember the last time I visited the vet’s office. Since I never get sick, I only see Dr. Neel at our yearly round-up at the house.

They also sent a toothbrush home with Mom with instructions to brush my toofies everyday. That just ain’t going to happen!  Knowing that, Mom bought me a gift today. Don’t I look excited? I think a toy or some nip is a more appropriate gift after being tortured.

 

Teefs: Water additive.

Water additive to remove plaque and tartar.

 

I did not make one peep on the way to the vet nor did I make one on my return home. Those of you who know me also know that I am a chatty catty. But I am also a Cat Scout…strong and stoic. I wasn’t going to vocalize my fear and let anyone know I was frightened. I really didn’t start talking again until yesterday. Those mean humans didn’t deserve to hear my sweet and soothing voice.

I am getting some oh so sweet revenge when it comes to teefs. Mom discovered on Saturday she had broken the corner off of a molar. A trip to her dentist today got her a temporary filling and two more appointments to get a crown. Bwa-ha-ha-ha!

For the moment I am forgiving the humans to wish them a happy 43rd anniversary on behalf of my sisfurs and myself.

 

L - R: Dating, 12/71; Wedding, 05/19/73; Atlanta Olympics, 08/96.

L – R: Dating, 12/71; Wedding, 05/19/73; Atlanta Olympics, 08/96.

 

Purrs and paw-pats, Mauricio the Toofless