take one oldmancat, subtract teeth

[kellan_the_tabby]

Most of em, anyway. The ones that were left. All eight of em.

(okay this picture isn’t really related but he did fall asleep sitting up over his food bowl, pretty adorably)

His teeth had been bothering him for, well, probably longer than I knew about, but I admit I didn’t do anything about it for a LONG time, cos I knew it’d require full anesthesia, & well. He’s NINETEEN. That’s a little terrifying.

But I finally worked up my courage (& the money, a not inconsiderable sum) & made the appointment. He went in a week & some ago for a pre-op checkup, during which the vet asked me three times if I was sure about his age. Also he climbed up on her shoulder & flopped there, quite comfortably, which made me feel a little less terrified about the whole thing.

(also not related, but warm oldmancat flopped on warm laundries, definitely adorable)

& then Monday morning he went in for the Great Detoothing. They asked me to leave a phone number, which I did, but also I told them I was staying there until he was done, which surprised them. I’m not sure why. I mean, I was going to do anything other than worry? I might as well worry there.

There was occasional oldmancat shouting from in back, & eventually the vet came out to tell us that he was doing fine & they’d cleaned three of his teeth & the other five were, indeed, going to have to come out. I nodded, slightly relieved.

Some time later she returned to say that the teeth were out, he was recovering fine, & he just needed to sleep it off, but the worst was over. At which point I decided it was safe to go home, & slept for four hours straight until it was time to pick him up.

…see, I hadn’t slept the night _before_, due partly to worrying, but mostly to the fact that I couldn’t feed him after 9pm, which gave him reason to shout. The whole. Night. Long.

Anyway, sleep. Followed by driving down to pick him up. Followed by climbing back into bed with him, at least once I’d removed his very stylish IV bandage.

They even used his signature red!

He was very happy to be home & expressed this by very deliberately flopping where he could rest various parts of him on various parts of me.

Also, there was eating. In a clearly-less-ow sort of way.

But mostly, there was flopping. & in fact, we really didn’t get up til the next morning.

I mean who’d want to get up when there’s an oldmancat wanting to hold paws?

Comments

[mdlbear]

He's adorable.

[kellan_the_tabby]

Isn't he just? <3

[alatefeline]

Awww so good lovey floppy oldmancat.

[kellan_the_tabby]

him is a very excellent & also happy

[montuos]

So glad he's feeling better now! I've never had toothaches, but I have had an infection of a parotid gland that made eating pretty hideous for a few days, so he has my deepest sympathy for what he's been through!

[kellan_the_tabby]

RIGHT it's not like you can usefully just stop eating for a week or two til you can get into the dentist.

Your food icon amuses me more than usual, in that Chocolate would LOVE a bacon but is, alas, allergic. :/

[danabren]

Deep sympathy for the fretting about old male black cats, and glad he's recovering and snuggling.

[kellan_the_tabby]

Yeah, I feel those feels.

[cellio]

Aw, he's adorable!

I'm glad he's doing well. I'd be terrified by anesthesia for a 19-year-old kitty, so I have some idea of what you were going through.

[kellan_the_tabby]

He is a Very Bestest Oldmancat & he is feeling SO MUCH better now that it's been a couple weeks.

...he's still making me run his canned food through a blender, but I'm pretty sure that's just because he's a cat.