My Poor Rescue Kitties
I finally took the beasts in for their dental work. Both of my poor rescue kitties were malnourished and had protruding fangs because of it, and their teeth in general were very bad. So the vet thought it would be a good idea to do blood work to make sure that everything was cool with the kitties before putting them under anesthesia. Blood work showed that they were running a low level infection consistent with dental disease (go figure) so they were scheduled to have their work done yesterday.
So yesterday we were told that they each had to have 2 teeth removed. That leaves Qhat with a grand total of 4 canines, and Oreo with a grand total of 10 teeth. Cleaning what was left of the teeth was kind of like a toxic waste dump, but our intrepid vet got through it, and the kitties were returned with bright shiny teeth, albeit not so many.
Sooooo, yesterday Oreo refused to speak to any of us. Ran away and was REALLY pissed off at the whole thing. How DARE we violate her little fur person so? Qhat just took it all in stride, sinking his 4 teeth into his dinner, and rubbing on everyone in sight. This morning I had to start their antibiotics, which must have been a comical sight. Me in bathrobe holding eyedropper, chasing Qhat around the room, Qhat laughing at me til he was caught. MOO HA HA. Oreo just lay there in her bed and took her medicine without complaint. Good Oreo. Doesn't give mommy unwanted exercise first thing in the morning :-).
All is again well at the house of Psycho Sensei with all animals healthy and happy. I am knocking wood that it stays that way :-).