Hi kittehs!
It’s me, Padre.
You know, the handsome ManCat Furry Bambino.
On Fursday, I was shoved into my PTU and taken to the V-E-T.
Daddy tried to comfort me.
Then Daddy and Mommy left me at the V-E-T and went home wiffout me! Meerkat was looking for me out the front window.
Dr. Amy, the V-E-T, stoled 8 of my toofies. EIGHT. All at once. Mommy and Daddy told her it was OK. Here’s the report on my toofies. My toofies were in pretty bad shape.
Dr. Amy said that I did really well, and I have to fank her for doing such a good job. And for giving me such good medicashuns to make the pain in my mouf go away.
I got to go home the same day.
As soon as I got home, Mommy and Daddy gave me some yummy albacore tuna!
Dr. Amy said to keep me in a separate room at first, so Mommy and Daddy set up my bachelor pad in the foster kitten room. The point was to keep the other Furry Bambinos from giving me a hard time because I smelled like the V-E-T office. The tail going into the PTU is not mine. So does that give you an idea of how well keeping us separate worked?
After about 20 minutes, I decided that I did not want to be confined to the foster kitten room against my will any longer. So I knocked over the baby gate and went downstairs.
There were NO CRUNCHIES in my bachelor pad!
Dr. Amy said that I have to eat soft food for 10 days after surgery. That is like, forever! So I went looking for crunchies downstairs. THE DOWNSTAIRS CRUNCHIES BOWLS ARE MISSING!!!
Kittehs, it’s going to be a long 10 days.
This is what my mouf looked like before surgery. One of my toofies that Dr. Amy stole is my left top fang pictured below. It was brokefied.
Below, I will show you my toofies that Dr. Amy gave Mommy and Daddy. She said that I could give my toofies to the Toof Fairy.
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In case you are kind of squeamish, you can look away.
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WARNING!
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PADRE’s REMOVED TOOFIES BELOW!
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LAST CHANCE TO LOOK AWAY!
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OK!
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HERE THEY ARE!
Toof Fairy, I really don’t want my toofies back. You can keep ’em. And I don’t want moneys for my toofies, eiffer.
What I really want are my CRUNCHIES back.
And tell Mommy and Daddy to stop it already with shoving medicashuns into my mouf.
My Goodness! Those toof roots are LOOOONG! If we had to go ten days without crunchies we would stage a rebellion. A sleep in!
Oh, Padre, we feel for you! Nicki had 8 teeth removed in November 2009 and Derry had 9 taken out (including most of his chewing teeth) last June. So we understand! Purrs your mouth feels better soon — we were uncomfortable for a few days and on soft food only for a week, but were okay after that. Even Derry manages to swallow his crunchies (the limited amount the mom lets us eat!).
Padre, dude, that is a lot of dental work! But we know you’ll be better off now, or as soon as your mouth heals up.
Dood! My mouth aches in sympathy…and no crunchies? that’s just WRONG…
There seems to be a lot of kitties having their teeth pulled. We sympathize with you and hope your mouth heals quickly.
Poor, poor Padre! I hate teeths! They only cause problems for many, many kitties. I hope your mouth feels all better soon.
Oh honey, we are sorry about loosing the teeth…maybe you can trade them for more tuna. Good for you for getting over the gate, Mom and Dad must have thought you’d be “weak from the surgery” haha!
Oh dude! That looks really painful! Annie went through that last week and she is MUCH BETTER now! We hope that you are MUCH BETTER now! She gets Costco chick-hen!
Luf, Us