Last November we had to take our youngest kittay, Twitter, to the vet to get a number of teeth extracted because she suffers from feline stomatitis. The tip-off was a combination of her not gaining weight and really really really really really bad breath.
When Twitter was done, she came out with around 10 less teeth and really frigging adorable photo of her in the recovery room.
So not surprisingly… Ripples seemed to have some dental issues similar to Tweety‘s. Poppy brought her in for a vet visit two Saturdays ago and had the same procedure scheduled for the Princess this past Friday.
Part of the routine leading up to the dental surgery and then after the surgery is the administration of anti-biotics via a “pill gun”… which really is just a wide bore syringe used to shoot the pills down the kitty’s gullet. Pilling Tweety was a real chore. First, we had to catch her. Then, we would wrap her up in a towel. Then, she would fight against the pill gun, refuse to swallow the pills, and then finally after swallowing would push off of me with her rear claws extended into a galloping dash away from us with fur flying.
Pilling Ripley is a bit different. First, we have to snatch her from a comfortable posiiton. Then, I have to give her a BIG hug. Then, I have to hold her tightly as Poppy shoots the pills down her gullet. After that, it’s hugs and smooches before she leaps off of me and usually onto the bed. Usually I’d say that no one ever loses in a hug fight… but in this case, Ripley is a total medicated loser. Pretty sad when my best claim to victory is over giving my cat her pills, huh?
The thing is, I don’t think she really minds all that much…
We didn’t get an adorable recovery room photo of Ripley, so that one will have to do. She also only lost one tooth… the rest just needed cleaning. Go figure.
Oh… and hey Georgie… you’re next!!!