Mr Naughty is in the vets for twenty four hours. His rotten, smelly, horrid teeth have finally got the better of me and despite the 5 antibiotic injections, the course of pills, the cortisone treatment, I decided yesterday that the time had come to do something about them. Accordingly, today he is having his teeth cleaned and any real horrors removed. This meant an overnight stay. I mean, how can you starve someone who insists on eating 7 times a day? And what about the other two? I'd have to starve them as well.
So 5pm last night he was unceremoniously bundled into the basket and he whined and wailed all the 500 yards to the vets office. Nelson has not quite got to the hysterical stage in Misty's absence but it's a close run thing. He slept ON TOP of me last night, all night and has now decamped to a new bed on the chest of drawers, after a breakfast of his favourite food. Goggins as per usual is totally oblivious.
It's weird without Misty though, no-one jumping around the bed as I try to get up, no one tripping me up on my way into the kitchen, no-one grabbing the first bowl of food. He is the one of the three who spends most of his time near me, particularly in this wet, winter weather we are currently having. It's odd really, he can be most annoying most of the time, but as soon as he isn't here, I miss that little grey bundle lying on the sofa chewing his feet and purring for England whilst he does it.
I've just called the vet, he is doing fine and has come around from the anesthetic just fine. Normal service will be resumed at 6pm when I collect him!
So 5pm last night he was unceremoniously bundled into the basket and he whined and wailed all the 500 yards to the vets office. Nelson has not quite got to the hysterical stage in Misty's absence but it's a close run thing. He slept ON TOP of me last night, all night and has now decamped to a new bed on the chest of drawers, after a breakfast of his favourite food. Goggins as per usual is totally oblivious.
It's weird without Misty though, no-one jumping around the bed as I try to get up, no one tripping me up on my way into the kitchen, no-one grabbing the first bowl of food. He is the one of the three who spends most of his time near me, particularly in this wet, winter weather we are currently having. It's odd really, he can be most annoying most of the time, but as soon as he isn't here, I miss that little grey bundle lying on the sofa chewing his feet and purring for England whilst he does it.
I've just called the vet, he is doing fine and has come around from the anesthetic just fine. Normal service will be resumed at 6pm when I collect him!
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Ah yes, I know the teeth-cleaning of cats well as well as having to have two or three removed. Within an hour of returning home, she was crunching on cat biscuits.
Ah, bless him! Glad he's OK. Rufus needs this at some point... cats' teeth eh! x
Thanks peeps!
Thursday, this one never even got near the biscuit bowl, having been told to keep him in at all costs, I let him out of the basketin the kitchen. I was expecting him to be very dopey as I was told he was and he scarpered straight out the cat flap and only came back 4 hours later!! Now he is stalking around giving us really fierce looks.
To say he is angry is an understatement.
BTW he had 2 teeth out.
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