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Just kidding! Ferret hotel.

And speaking of goofy animals, my cat Charlotte broke one of her last four teeth some time between last night and this morning. It’s poking out of her face at a stupid angle.

“You just want to grab it and give it a…you know?” the ridiculously young vet said to me, making a yoinking gesture.

Not funny, though. It clearly hurts something fierce, because she’s drooling in lieu of eating. First thing in the morning, I have to bundle her off to the vet for a bit of hack ‘n’ slice. How on earth she’s been down a mouse a day with only four teeth, I’ll never know.

Now we’ll see if she can do it with three.

Comments


Comment from Scubafreak
Time: August 19, 2010, 9:46 pm

Hmm. brings to mind an old joke my mother and I came up with years ago. We were going to open up a restaraunt called “GUMMERS”, for people with 3 teeth or less. Our feature was going to be Manic Mondays, where the daily special was going to be things like BBQ ribs and corn on the cob.

My Grandmother, btw, laughed her ass off when we told her about it……


Comment from Scubafreak
Time: August 19, 2010, 10:33 pm

As far as Charlotte, probably best to allow the vet to administer some good drugs, so that when the tooth comes out she won’t give a damn.

In fact, she’ll probably be durned greatfull. Just remember to give her some vitamin suppliments in her water supply, and she should be around for a good long while.

Schroedinger says HI, btw. Or, Meow. Hell, for all I know, he could be cussing me out for not giving him the proper crunchy treats…….


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: August 19, 2010, 10:36 pm

You know, I think the ferrets have been bringing that lady treats. Far too many treats.


Comment from mongo
Time: August 19, 2010, 10:59 pm

My money is on Charlotte taking those mice with NO teeth (or claws). Them beasts are put on this earth for such things, they have a plan.

And, Uncle B…I think the ferrets ARE the treats.


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: August 19, 2010, 11:13 pm

Good point, Mongo. Good point.


Comment from Allen
Time: August 19, 2010, 11:43 pm

What is that woman doing to that ferret? Is she milking it?


Comment from Pupster
Time: August 19, 2010, 11:52 pm

You can milk anything with nipples.

http://kuvaton.com/browse/15458/oh_hai14.jpg


Comment from EZnSF
Time: August 20, 2010, 1:46 am

@ Pupster

Absolutely NO WAY am I clicking that link.
None. Nada. Nyet.


Comment from Frit
Time: August 20, 2010, 2:49 am

Eeeeek! Keep the fat lady away from me! *ferret scampers away and under heavy furniture built low to the ground* ;)

Best wishes for you and Charlotte! Breaking a tooth is not fun, specially when one has so few left! Owie. Good luck with the mice, there, kitty!


Comment from Oldcat
Time: August 20, 2010, 3:49 am

My older cat had to have three teeth extracted and they left a slow drip pain medicine on his foot wrapped up in a bandage for the first week till it wasn’t sore anymore.


Comment from Rich Rostrom
Time: August 20, 2010, 4:17 am

Ferret hotel…

I spent half an hour or so with the ferret upstairs earlier tonight. (That family is on vacation. They asked me to make sure he has food and water, and to let him out to scuttle around for a while most days. They gave me beer, so…)


Comment from Can’t hark my cry
Time: August 20, 2010, 5:21 am

Ginger (22) and Tehanu (17), who have all their teeth and use them for crunching dry cat food (although, a year or so ago, Ginger managed to ingest a mouse after he, Tehanu, and Willow [since dead] had run it ragged) send sympathy and solicitude and like that. The “poking out of her face at a stupid angle” made them gag. . .me too, actually. Damn, bodies are icky!


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: August 20, 2010, 5:29 am

Hmmmm…so THIS is what morning looks like in England.

Cat’s madder’n hell because I’m supposed to let her out when I get up. Or at least feed her. I’ve broken all the important people rules.


Comment from scubafreak
Time: August 20, 2010, 7:11 am

Thats OK luv, she’ll forgive you when she’s seeing all the colors of the rainbow…..

Good drugs can do that……


Comment from Deborah
Time: August 20, 2010, 11:56 am

Oh … poor Charlotte. I suppose her tooth is out by now. But snaggle-toothed cats are awesome. I fed mine a scrambled egg almost every day of his last years. We adored him, and he tracked after our son like Lassie followed Timmy. He was watcher-cat.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: August 20, 2010, 12:48 pm

Teeth. Plural. Just spoke with the vet and the snaggle tooth came out fine, plus they found another loose one. We get to pick her up in a couple of hours.

So! Two teeth! She’ll be sucking mice to death for sure now.


Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: August 20, 2010, 1:15 pm

Poor Charlotte. Our cats have always hated going to the Vet, not in part because it’s a break in the morning routine. Our current (4th in the line) kitty,Coco, will hide under the towel in the bottom of her cat carrier so that the Cat Dentist can’t find her.

Charlotte will be fine though. One of the things cats have going for them is ego. She’ll never even notice that those teeth are gone – she’ll just assume that she’s found a new bunch of particulary spry mice.

And one of the advantages of knowing that you’re perfect is that she’ll never need to look in a mirror….

Still, if you want to be sure you could get her a Cat Grill!

You could even write a illustrated children’s story and call it “Charlotte’s Grill!”


Comment from Bill (still the .00358% of your traffic that’s from Iraq) T
Time: August 20, 2010, 2:45 pm

she’s been down a mouse a day

Burning it or leaking it?


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: August 20, 2010, 3:37 pm

Oy! Bill! What’re you still doing in Iraq? Didn’t you get CC’ed on the memo?


Comment from Scubafreak
Time: August 20, 2010, 6:38 pm

Be ready, Stoatie. She’ll probably be bringing them to you to put in the blender.

4 Meeces
1 scoop French Vanilla Ice Cream
blend until smooth
serve mouse shake cold in a bowl.

=

1 happy kitteh


Comment from d3ft punk
Time: August 21, 2010, 7:53 am

Just poking my head in here briefly to say, “you know, maybe the reason you’re cat’s got tooth problems is ’cause it keeps going down on mice.”

I blame my terrible jokes on the lateness of the hour, here in American time.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: August 21, 2010, 12:02 pm

Yeah, you know, I think I meant to say “downing” a mouse a day, but y’all are having so much fun with it, I can’t bear to update the post.

BTW…she was feeling so fine, she stayed out all night last night. More or less the first time she’s done that in England.

I could see where she was, but there was a whole lot of stinging nettle between us, and she totally didn’t want to come, so…


Comment from Bill (still the .00358% of your traffic that’s from Iraq) T
Time: August 22, 2010, 4:50 pm

Didn’t you get CC’ed on the memo?

Heh. You don’t *really* believe those things, do you?


Comment from Bob
Time: August 24, 2010, 4:57 am

Is she raising them to eat? Good Lord!

About 25 years ago, I was visiting my girlfriend’s dad’s farm in deeply rural West Virginny, After some pleasant conversation, the old man drew me aside and asked me to shoot his old cat.

Old Fairy, (the cat) certainly was getting on. She had lost an eye to a raccoon. She had a recurrent fulminating inner ear infection from being mauled by a fox. often, the infection would cause these massive cysts on her head and neck, and when those burst, the smell! Lord only knows where she lost her tail and right front leg.

Trouble was, Fairy was the SWEETEST, most loving kitty ever to walk this earth. I’m pretty sure she got her injuries trying to make friends with animals that wanted to kill her. The old man could never shoot her, and while I realized her life wasn’t too high-quality, I was going to have to think about it.

Well, after dinner, he gave me this little, nearly silent .17 caliber pistol he had “borrowed” from some foriegn officer in the war, and I went looking for the cat.

I didn’t have to look too hard. I went and sat behind the barn, and the cat jumped right up in my lap, -all purring and lovey and stinking. I scritched and petted her until she was all settled and ready to have a little snooze in my lap.

Just as I was about to put one right up her brainstem, she heard something out of her good ear, alerted and darted away!

I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to dissapoint the old man, but I had just lost a few pounds of nerve. I really liked old Fairy, and she certainly had some speed on her for something that was near to dying.

Fairy returned a minute later and placed a freshly killed, still warm hummingbird in my lap.

I told the old man that I was going to take Fairy to the best vet in Hundred, which rightly impressed him and the extended family. Fifty bucks later, her infection was considerably knocked back, and draining reliably.

She continued to love everything but hummingbirds for many more years.

Oh, her dentition was never much to speak of.

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