Feline Dental Problems?


“Mrs. Human, do I have bad breath?”

“What a strange question Tabby.”

“I just wanted to know. Have a sniff.”

“No Tabby, I have no intention of giving you the bad breath test.”

“On my last degrading visit to the vet, when she stuck a needle in my private parts, I heard something about having my teeth cleaned. Perhaps you could do it with your toothbrush and toothpaste. Do they have tuna fish scented toothpaste?”

“Just a minute Tabby. I do not intend letting you use my toothbrush, that is unhygenic.”

“Unhygenic does not exist in meow. But the vet said something about putting me to sleep when they clean my teeth. I do not need putting to sleep, so if you do it there will be no need.”

“The vet said that at the moment everything is fine, but with time they will have to clean your teeth.”

“But I do not want to be put to sleep.”

“In that case you will nicely open your mouth and allow the vet to scratch away the stains on your teeth.”

“Definitely not without a fight.”

“Exactly, that is why you will be put to sleep, but it has time.”

“In the meanwhile you could perhaps search for a feline friendly toothpaste on your computer, and we can try that.”

“Which means you will nicely open your mouth and let me do the cleaning like on your photo that I took.”

“That is a yawn Mrs. Human, not a rehearsal for a teeth cleaning operation.”

“In that case we will have to go to the vet.”

“So what about my bad breath.”

“Tabbly I am not going to try to find out, and only another feline could give you an answer.”

“OK, let’s forget it, no vet and no toothpaste. I find I have super sharp teeth, that is all I need.”



Daily Feline Prompt: Feline Phobia

Fears evolve over time. What is one fear you’ve conquered?
Thank you, BasicallyBeyondBasic, for suggesting this prompt!

Tabby gets a jab

“Do we have fears Fluffy?”

“No, of course not, although there can be some embarrassing situations.”

“I assume you are talking of your vet visits.”

“Oh yes, and they have been numuerous lately.”

“Tell me all about it Fluffy.”

“Tabby, I am trying to forget it to be quite honest. It seems I have lost almost 2 days of my ninth life this week.”

“But you are now drinking again.”

“I am thirsty, but am not yet ready for food.”

“Do you mean you are not going to eat that special bowl of expensive food that Mrs. Human brought from the supermarket especially for you today. You know it is the best quality.”

“I have not yet found my appetite Tabby, but i will.”

“So you will not be eating it.”

“I don’t think so Tabby. Why do you want to eat it?”

“Well if you don’t want it, it is no good wasting such a nice plate of meat with jelly. Makes a change from the vitamin pellets.”

“I feel tired Tabby, am still recovering and will now take a rest.”

“Meow, glub, goo.”

“Tabby don’t speak with your mouth full, I cannot understand you.”

“i was just saying that the Sheba salmon in jelly was very tasty Fluffy. Oh, he is now sleeping. I wonder if he will find his appetite tomorrow, there is also a portion of chicken mousse of the finest quality waiting.”

Daily Feline Prompt: Feline Phobia

Daily Feline Prompt: Feline Journey

Tell us about a journey — whether a physical trip you took, or an emotional one.

A Journey to the vets

“No not that one again. Look Fluffy one of our excursions to Dr. Vet, the man with the jabbing machine.”

“Oh yes I remember Tabby. Mrs. Human put us in the car and I could sit on the front seat, so I saw all the nice landscape as we drove. Some nice trees and meadows.”

“Err, Fluffy are you in the real world? When we go to the vets it is not a pleasure trip, it is serious. We are tortured, prodded, subjected to humilities such as having something being inserted in a very sensitive place. Above all we have to sit on a machine and they tell us that we are too heavy or not.”

“But Tabby, it makes a change to get out and about and I find those ladies at the vets very nice. They give me an ear cribble and tell me what a good boy I am.”

“And then you spray them to show how good you can be?”

“Of course not Tabby. I don’t want them in my territory. They are only doing their job and afterwards Mrs. Human knows that we are healthy.”

“And what happens if you are not healthy Fluffy?”

“Then I have some medicine and tablets to take and Mrs. Human always mixes it in some nice yogurt to hide the taste.”

“I remember when I had a sore throat. I was at the vets every day for a jab, no jogurt.”

“But you felt better afterwards?”

“Of course I did, but I don’t have to tell the humans everything. And we have our revenge eventually.”

“We do?”

“Of course, the more jabs and medicine we have, the higher the bill to pay. Mrs. Human says our vet bills are more than her doctor’s bills. Yes revenge is sweet.”

Daily Feline Prompt: Feline Journey

Daily Feline Prompt: Feline Meow Association – There is no home, soil or rain in this post

This is mainly because Tabby and I had to visit the vet today. It was very cunningly planned by Mr. and Mrs. Human, they bribed us by pretending that everything was normal and then …..

“We were forced to leave our home, there was no soil and it was snowing so forget the rain and Fluffy, don’t exaggerate, I smelt the goose before it was cooked.”

“You did, why didn’t you tell me?”

“You were sleeping, it is your own fault.”

“I thought you were sleeping.”

“I never sleep when humans are moving, I always have one ear open. I heard Mrs. Human go to the cellar and I heard Mr. Human telling her to leave the cages in front of the door. Emphasis on cages, meaning more than one, and I knew that it was Vet time. My first action was to disappear under the bed. Mr. Human spoke a few profanities and he dragged me out. The cages appeared and before I could say “Garfield” I was looking through the bars.”

“I didn’t notice anything Tabby.”

“No Fluffy, you were sleeping, remember.”

“I only remember looking through bars suddenly.”

Fluffy ready to go to the vets

“And then we were off, moving through the streets to that well known place, the den of the vet.”

“But Tabby the nice ladies were there that give me an ear scratch and tummy tickle.”

“Fluffy it is all a trap, to lull you into a feeling of security. I saw you sitting in your cage while they put me on the operating table with thermometer poised for my private parts. Ear scratch my paw, they were attacking me and to add insult to injury they emptied a full ampule of anti worm medicine in my body. As if I have worms, What an insult.”

“They did that to me as well, but the nice ladies said I was a good boy for being quiet and still. They said I had nice teeth and then I was given a manicure. Did they give you a manicure as well Tabby?”

“No Fluffy, they did not, I make sure that my claws are short, and sharp and whet them now and again. If you did that you would not have to have a nail cutting session at the vets. That was your fault.”

“Look I am quite proud, I have some photos of the action Tabby, but there are no photos of you.”

“That is no problem Fluffy, do you really think I want to be proud of photos of my indignation being shown all over the Internet. I tell you do not place your trust in humans. They are crafty and sly, and now let me sleep to recover from the exhaustions of the day.”

Having teeth examined at the vets

Vet manicure

Daily Feline Prompt: Feline Association – There us no home, soil or rain in this post

Nera’s Accident

Yes my big black fat cat with the long fur was just a little bit too wild this afternoon, just after dinner. But it always takes two to act stupid and her sister was enjoying the game as well. They were chasing each other around, playing cat and mouse with each other. Probably in winter when they don’t go out so much, they get a bit frustrated and act stupid, just like little children. They were jumping on various parts of furniture and we have a small cat play center in their room – yes they do sort of have their own room where they retire when feeling tired. Anyhow suddenly the play centre fell down. Not a high one, but a solid one and must have landed on Nera’s back leg. The result was a squeaking cat, obviously in pain, running away and dragging her back leg. Tabby just sat there as if to say, it was not my fault.

Mr. Swiss and I saw that there were small traces of blood on the floor and after a couple of minutes thinking things over we decided an emergency visit to the vets was necessary. We got ready and put her in her travel cage. She was surprisingly quiet on the way to the vets. We had to leave her there as they had to sedate her to make an x-ray. We returned home to wait for the report. They called us after almost two hours to say that she had broken two toes and that she would have to wear a splint for ten days. We could pick her up. Here is the x-ray photos that I took at the vets.

Nera the cat - her broken toes

If you look at the right hand side you can see where the bones had been broken. It has now been bound up and her leg is in a splint. If we are lucky (or Nera is lucky) it will grow together again, otherwise they will have to amputate the two toes, although it seems that cats recover well from such operations, and although she will walk with a limp afterwards, she will be able to walk with no problem. So at the moment this is what she looks like.

Nera with her leg in a splint

The vet said to bring her back after ten days for a new bandage unless it would fall off before. Then we would have to bring her earlier, although we have to go back in a week just to see how she is progressing. When we got her home she was still half sleeping from the sedation she got at the vets to put her to sleep for a while. She eventually had a bright moment and walked to another room, of course to hide. She just does not understand what has happened. Her leg just made a bit of a noise as it went across the stone floor and she was snarling and spitting all the way. At the moment she has found a safe place half under a settee and half in the open and seems to be drowsing again. Poor Nera, we just hope that she does not have to suffer too much. We have pain killing medicine from the vet, but Nera does not like taking medicine, although the vet said it is not so important. Sometimes it is better for the cats when it hurts, then they don’t risk too much. Mr. Swiss and I are still recovering from the shock and we can only hope that things go well. Her sister seems to sense that something is not as usual.

Time’s Forgiving Grace

I just did not know what to bring this week, but sometimes things happen that you wished did not happen. I will leave you to my big fat fluffy cat Nera who will explain.

Nera with swollen paw

Thank you Mrs. Human for the introduction, so I will begin. Just to correct, it is fluff and not fat (stupid human). At the moment I am keeping my paws crossed for time’s forgiving grace, but everyone says it can only get better. Here is what happened.

Yesterday morning I was having a quiet relaxing hour in the garden. It was nice and warm, but I managed to find a shady spot. It was then that a factor of disturbance arrived on the scene, known as Bobinette (she meows in French) the neighbour’s cat. Sometimes we get on ok, and sometimes we hate each other. There are times when Bobinette likes to show the rough side of her feline nature, and I must admit, I have also flashed my teeth and spit at her. This seemed to be one of those days when Bobi (as she is known commonly) surprised me with a spit and a frontal attack with claws ready. I decided that she was not in a good mood, and as I was completely surprised the best solution was to disappear. There are times when we felines know what is best. I made a dive for the window which was open. Unfortunately these humans have strange window systems and it was not fully open, but just tilted.

This was where the problem started. My paw, left paw, was fixed in the slant of the window at the bottom and believe me it was painful. I decided that humans are sometimes useful so made a loud sound causing all humans in the neighbourhood to hear. Mr. Human was first on the scene and was quite disturbed. Unfortunately even he was not able to pull my paw out. Mrs. Human tried to open the window. Thank goodness it was fixed as I would now have no left paw if it was not. It was then that Bobi’s human arrived on the scene from next door. He took over from Mrs. Human and eventually Mr. Human had the bright idea of lifting my paw out of the window. In a flash I was away into the safety of my home, I didn’t even notice if my paw hurt when walking.

Everyone seemed to be concerned, but I decided to leave them to their strange human feelings and disappear somewhere. I hid under the settee. I was nicely hidden and I could rest my throbbing paw on the cool tiled floor. It was then that I heard the forbidden word “vet” and Mrs. Human was on the telephone. I decided to recede further, but I was left in peace and quiet.

Sometime in the afternoon Mr. Human with the dreaded cage appeared and before I could disappear again (I was not so fast any more, my paw was throbbing) I was packed into the cage, the lid closed and on my way to the place where they all wear green overalls (green seems to be the favourite colours of vets). We had to wait as a stupid dog was being held under torture by the vet, although the dog seemed to be quite happy when he left the surgery. I suppose dogs are fools for vets. They even like them I heard. Ok it was my turn. Mrs. Human said something to the vet’s assistant that she would not touch me. I felt quite pleased at that remark, looks like I have trained her well. The vet’s assistant decided, no problem, she would handle it with the vet. It was then that I decided to put my Dracula show on. It did make an impression on Mrs. Human who took one step back, but unfortunately the vet thought differently, so I was covered with a large cloth and held down while I felt a jab in one of my sensitive parts. I was then left in my cage and began to feel quite drowsy. It was probably then that my stupid Mrs. Human decided to take a photo – she takes photos all the time – no private sphere for a cat.

Nera at the vets

I was not awake for this photo (really mean) but had already fallen asleep from the vet’s jab. It seems even the vet would not touch me awake. Mrs. Human what did they do with me? I was so poor and helpless.

“OK Nera, I will do some explaining, if I may. We had to put you to sleep as it would have been dangerous otherwise. You were not very happy. First of all the vet saw that your claws were a bit on the long side so he gave you a manicure. He found it a good idea while you were asleep. Afterwards I had to put a special lead lined cover on, as well as the vet’s assistant and we made X-rays of your poor little paw (sounds good) to see if anything had been damaged. Luckily it was only a little bit squashed and nothing that would not heal on its own. As you were asleep we also decided it was a good opportunity to see how heavy you were. I lifted you onto the scales. Now Nera, don’t be angry, but six kilo is quite heavy for a cat, you should really go on a diet. Afterwards the uncle vet gave you a depot injection for the swelling and then a jab to wake you up.”

Thank you Mrs. Human, but the bit about six kilo I ignore. After all about two kilo is fur and I am definitely not related to the vet – uncle??? I quite liked the way they could only cut my claws when I was asleep, that really shows respect for my status.

“Nera fur does not weigh so heavy.”

Forget it Mrs. Human. I will continue. I slowly came back into the normal world in the car on my way home. As soon as I arrived in my normal surroundings I jumped out of the cage. I was feeling quite hungry after the excitement so had something to eat. The next few hours were a bit hazy.

“Nera you fell asleep whilst you were eating, in the middle of the kitchen floor. We shifted you to one side as the other cats could not reach the food.”

Ok, let’s forget that bit. Anyhow I did not feel like taking my usual nocturnal walk, so stayed at home.

“Any how do we feel today nera?”

Well my paw in still a bit bigger than normal, but I just feel like having a restful day.

“At the moment Nera is sleeping on a cushioned chair in the garden in the shade. She is very brave I must say and is not complaining, although I think she might tomorrow morning when I have to take her to the vets again for another depot injection for the swelling. The vet sort of confirmed that it is probably not possible to give her a tablet. It will probably take some time, but with it’s forgiving grace her paw will probably be back to normal. We now have new instructions at home for windows. They are only tilted if the blinds are down and if the window is opened without the blinds, then opened normally so that cats can enter and leave with no problem. We have always been careful, Nera is now seven years old and we have never had a problem up to now. She always did panic in unusual situations. As a closing photo, one I took while she was under sedation at the vets.”

The shame of it all and now that stupid human woman is showing a photo of me under sedation. I am sure she wouldn’t like it – just wait. I heard that bit about going to the vet tomorrow. Must practice my Dracula look again.

Nera under anaesthetic at the vets

The Imprisionment

There is something funny in the air, I can feel it. I think there is a conspiracy. My sister has already hidden herself; perhaps I should do the same. I am hungry so will take a bite to eat. Now that was the wrong decision. He got me by the scruff of my neck and is holding me down, calling out to his partner to come. She arrives and I am picked up and trapped. All around me metal bars, no way to escape. I can snarl and cry as much as I want, to no avail. I am locked in. I try to bite through the bars but they are too strong. Now I am floating on air. I am being carried in this cage; leaving my home and all that I know for something unknown. I can hear a door opening, I am moved upwards and the door is closed. There is noise all around me. I can hear talking and then I am moving. Well I am not moving but the place where I have been put is moving. There are smells in the air I recognise; something from the outside world, a freshness reminding me of a walk in a garden. The fragrance of fresh grass, of damp earth mixed with a more heavy smell, the smell surrounding the house and garden where I live: a chemical aroma that I always associate with the place where I am now trapped in my cage.

I hear a regular hum and sway from side to side. When will this stop? There is a sharp turning movement and then there is no longer any motion. I hear the sound of a door being opened and I am again flying, sailing through the air, being lifted to another plain. A strong smell of fresh air engulfs me, if only the bars were not in between. I could run for miles, feeling free and embracing my world again.

“Please help me someone, please” but my calls are not answered. I am not understood. We enter another place, but this is even more frightening. I see one of my kind also in a cage, captured by the others. No chance of escape, just sitting silently and waiting for his fate. My companion disappears with his cage, being carried away and he is also crying out for help. “Oh, if only I had hid like my sister, then I would not be in this predicament.”

I am now on a higher level, still in my cage and can smell the smells of my kind all around me, although I am alone. My capturer is there as well as another two of her sort and they are communicating. I look up with pleading eyes, and they have pity and open my cage and I am taken out of my prison, but I am still not free. One of my capturers is pinning me down and the other is holding a sharp instrument; memories awake somewhere from a far gone time and place. It all seems so familiar. “Hold her” says a voice and the sharp instrument is brought nearer and enters my body. I keep silent as I do not want them to think that I am willingly their prisoner. Who knows what they are going to do with me. “Put me down, please put me down” I cry but I have no chance and am put back into my prison, am again surrounded by the crossed bars of metal, limiting my view on the world. Now I attack. I open my mouth and make such threatening gestures that my guards get worried. I snarl and my eyes show such an expression that the others are frightened. “No, please not that” I call but my cage is now covered with a cloth to prevent my teeth sinking into the flesh of the others. The cage is locked and I am again being transported through the air. I see another of my kind entering to the place where I am leaving. “What are they doing to us?” I wonder. My cage is again put into this object that moves and the same feelings come over me when I was imprisoned: trapped again.

I now feel tired, I give up, I can no longer resist. Then at last something pleasant: familiar smells and noises. We have stopped and I am again travelling, but this looks familiar. I hear a door opening and oh wonder, I am released. My cage is opened and there is no-one to stop me. I jump for my life and am at last free again. My sister comes to greet me and I am back again in my four walls.

“Nera, we are back home now, so you do not have to be frightened any more” I said to my cat when we arrived home this morning from the visit to the vets for her annual jabs. I have to put my cat in a cage, put her in the car and drive to the vets and afterwards bring her home again in the car. The story might be the process from the viewpoint of a cat.