somebody was Cruelly Forced to the vet yesterday

Marshmallow Fluff’s vet visit back in May found that his teeth were in pretty bad shape, so he got scheduled for a follow-up dental visit. For some reason, even though the actual dentistry was scheduled for the afternoon, I was supposed to drop him off between 7 and 8 AM. This blatant bias in favor of morning people, I swear…

What I ended up doing was, went to bed around 2 AM as usual, set my phone alarm to go off in an hour. Woke up with the alarm, checked my current Stupid Phone Game (this was a perfect time interval for it, all my trains would be back in the station and ready to send out on new jobs), started the timer again, went back to sleep. Rinse and repeat.

The fluff was hanging out on the bed with me this whole time, until (of course) between 6:30 and 7 he decided he had important cat business elsewhere. Fortunately, a little before 7:30 I lured him back up, dumped him in his carrier, and we did make it to the vet by 8.

(He was so grumpy. So betrayed. It’s a hard life.)

Turns out he needed a tooth extracted, and had an infection in the gums underneath that got cleaned out, and came home with some pain medication that I’m supposed to squirt into his mouth every 8 hours for the next week. (I’ve managed it once. If he tolerates it every 12 hours, I’ll call that a success.)

On the plus side, they were concerned he’d have a hard time chewing at first, so I put out some wet food for him…but within an hour of getting home he was sneaking off to steal Fiddlesticks’s (dry) food. I restored his normal menu, and he’s been chowing down like nothing changed at all.

Got that poodle foot where they shaved his leg to put the anesthesia in:

Kinda regretting that I didn’t ask them to give his whole body a therapeutic shave. It would make him more comfortable in however many more heat waves we get this summer, and I would get to do less vacuuming for a while. But eh, too late now, he’s home again, and I’m not dragging him back to the Evil Place for another year!