…probably for the first time since she was born.
October is the discount month at my Vet for having our cats’ teeth scrubbed because they can’t hold the brush or floss with those paws. Curse us and our opposable thumbs!
Miette went first since she had her annual first. Then there’s a six-month window after the exam or I have to pay for a new set of blood tests; make sure being put under won’t kill her. Molly and Nemo are supposed to be next but Nemo’s food allergy investigation pushed Molly’s whole plan in limbo.
Somara dropped off Miette in the morning. Poor thing had to be tricked into the cat carrier without breakfast. It was for her own good is what I had to remind myself.
I received a couple calls as the cleaning progresses. The first was the tech asking permission to remove a cracked tooth. I allowed it after the tech explained it wouldn’t affect Miette’s ability to eat dry food; it had to go or she’d experience more oral infections. The second was an update to know my (former) feral kitty was waking up and to receive instructions on how to administers some pain medication for a week.
When I got home from work and an errand, I couldn’t wait to see Miette. Sadly, this very affectionate, appreciative cat I’ve had for eight years didn’t feel the same. The effects of the anesthetic remained in her blood as I could tell from Miette’s dilated eyes. The vet said she’d be distant acting for a day and she’s coping with the pain of a missing tooth.
Tomorrow I have the whole day off from work. I can pet her and spoil her during that time. I know I have the cat I love back when she demands to be held while I’m brushing my teeth in the morning.