Dave the cat was having a lazy morning relaxing on his favourite cushion when I ambushed him. Before he knew it he was bundled into the cat carrier and we were heading for the vet's. Disaster struck when I drew into the car park, Dave who is always travel sick vomited through the bars of his carrier and all over the gear leaver, thank goodness I always carry wet wipes and bin bags!
We went in to see the vet, he looked at Dave's few remaining teeth and Dave managed to run through his entire repertoire of swear words while his mouth was being held open. Much to his disgust the vet decided that he needs to have his teeth out, so he will have a course of antibiotics and the deed will be done at the end of next week, Dave particularly objected to the instruction that he has to starve from 6pm the previous evening! It sounds dramatic to remove his teeth, but he only has two teeth and a couple of stumps where the roots are still in his jaw, a legacy from his time as a stray. Apparently cats cope quite well without teeth. It will cost a small fortune, but it will be worth it if it makes him more comfortable, he has only been with us since last November, but I really love him. I told Robbie that Dave would have to have false teeth and he believed me! When we got home Dave took himself to bed and stayed there all day, he was cross with me for plotting against him, but by tea time he was back to his usual hungry self!
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