Kategorie: Tierarzt

One more tooth to go

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Ein Hund denkt: Sie füttern mich, sie sorgen für mich, sie streicheln
mich: Das muessen Goetter sein.

Eine Katze denkt: Sie füttern mich, sie sorgen für mich, sie
streicheln mich: Ich muss ein Gott sein.

A dog thinks: They feed me, they care for me, they pet me. They must be gods.
A cat thinks: They feed me, they care for me, they pet me. I must be a god. 🙂
I had another bad week. The first two days went well and then I had trouble chewing again. Mr. Nice made an appointment with the veterinarian on Thursday and dropped me off at 11 in the morning. Around 5 pm he picked me up again. My teeth were cleaned and another tooth had to be pulled. After a drowsy day and slow night (without any food) I am luckily back to my old self as you can see in the pictures above which were taken today by Mrs. Nice.
I am looking forward to a great week with my favorite two people. They are both off from work all week. How’s that for a week of being spoiled, cuddled and being able to go outdoors anytime I like?
Have a great week!
Stella-The-Cat

Poor Stella

Mrs. Nice was gone this week from Monday through Wednesday. Monday I started not eating well. Mr. Nice thought that I may be missing Mrs. Nice. Thursday they noticed that I wanted to eat but apparently couldn’t. Both of them were getting really worried. Mrs. Nice pureed my food and I licked my bowl clean. It really felt great to have a full stomach.

Today though they decided to take me to the vet after work. I knew it would be a trip to the vet when Mr. Nice brought the carrier upstairs from the basement. When we got there, the vet took one look into my mouth and saw that one of my teeth was broken. He also said that the rest of my teeth were not in the best shape and I needed a cleaning once I was well again.

Mr. Nice was holding me during the visit. The vet opened my mouth and scared me half to death when he pulled my broken tooth. I really tried to scratch and bite him, but I couldn’t get him. Then he gave me a shot with something he called antibiotics. He even gave more medication to Mr. and Mrs. Nice to give me at home for the coming week.

I was in my carrier so fast when it was time to get out of the vet’s office, you would not believe it.

Since I am home I drank a little of my milk that Mr. Nice picked up at the store for me, but I still can’t eat. My mouth still hurts. The vet said I should feel better tomorrow. Let’s hope so, because right now I only want to sleep on the couch.

Stella is sick