Since a few weeks I had noticed that Pookie must have something with her teeth.
Taking a cat to the vet is a nightmare ! First you have to catch her. Of course the always staying home Pookie choose this very day to stay out. In the last minute finally I managed to get her in. Immediately she became suspicious, although I faked to be completely normal and calm and just wanted to pick her up for a cuddle, she hid under the bed. With the help of a stick she finally came out, ran towards the door, which I had closed and then I could pick her up and take a struggling Pookie in the kitchen an push her in the carrier. By then I was already exhausted. All the way long to the vet she sang her best opera songs in all scales ! My poor nerves and ears ! Once on the vet's table she behaved very good, and didn't say anything when her mouth was inspected. The result was one molar and two little teeth had to be pulled out. We fixed an appointment and I put Pookie in the carrier to return home. But first she had to inspect the Vet's cabinet.
Once in the car, I let her out of the cage and she immediately stopped singing, looked a little around and then settled down as if she wanted to drive for hours ! Today I have to repeat the whole thing, I have to bring her early morning for the surgery and pick her up tonight.The vet had called me to tell me that everything went well. Pookie meanwhile is 15 years old !
I had decorated an advent's wreath, which was immediately inspected by Sir Arthur and then one hungry human waited for supper together with Arthur and Pookie who always are convinced that he eats other things then cat food.
Rosie has discovered a new playground, the bath tube, where she chased her tail and then was waiting for a mousie to come out of the hole. Unfortunately she waited for nothing.
PS. I picked up and unchanged Pookie, she sat in the car and admired the landscape without "singing" a word. When we arrived she ran upstairs in the kitchen and "sang" for food, which of course she got immediately. I wished we would have the same reactions after a visit to the dentist !!
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Purrs for Pookie! I have to corral one of my crew for a dental soon, too.
Will Pookie place her teeth under her pillow tonight so the tooth fairy can leave her lots of euros?
Binga was hungry the moment she came from having her dental work done too - that cat is a non-stop hunger machine!
So glad Pookie is ok. It always makes me laugh when they've had something done at the vet and the vet says 'give them light food for 24 hours'. Mine dive straight for the biscuits! Mrs P once ate a box of 10 fish fingers after having a dental!
Mum was laughing as she has gone through this with both of us! Mum said it was her turn to cry when she had to pay!
Luv Hannah and Lucy xx xx
Hahaha. What an adventure! We're glad the extractions went smoothly and Pookie will be fine. :)
Hey Rosie! When we look at any drainage hole intently, Mommy immediately gets goosebumps because it can only mean one thing - COCKROACHES!
I have a harness with a leash you put in the safetybelt holder in the car , when I´m on tour.
Then I don´t sing either :)
Glad to hear that it went well for Pookie at the dentist !
My humans have made some Advent´s wreath too and they say pepper , pepper I haven´t messed around with it yet *mol*
Pookie, purrs to you!
Jenna always toddles right into her carrier after the vet visit and is quiet as can be going home. They are such drama queens!
Big purrs and prayers for Pookie! How funny that she wanted to eat right away. :)
Hi to Arthur, Rosie and Kim, too. :)
Oh oh, I hope my human will not read this because my fangs are fading!
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