Thursday, October 25, 2007

I Don't Want To Be A Cat Dentist When I Grow Up

Yuk. Doesn't sound like a fun job to me. But, yes, apparently there are such professions. And Garden Kitty, who did not get a good report at her dental Wed, will be referred to one in Indy. Lucky us, we can't wait for that 2 to 2 1/2 hour drive with her wailing the entire way!

So, Garden Kitty has some unpronounceable tooth disease that causes her teeth to get lesions on them which then causes them to disintegrate like craters. Isn't that a pretty picture? This has already happened to one of her bottom fangs (canines). I thought I suddenly noticed that she was missing one a couple of weeks ago. Tim insisted that it was the one they pulled at her last dental because she had a cavity. Verdict was that it was not that one and that it had broken off from this disease.

She's got lesions on the top two canines already and the vet was quite concerned. She recommended the cat dentist to see if they should be pulled and if anything more should be done to the area where the other one broke off. Our vet said she wasn't very "aggressive" with the removal of the remaining bit of tooth and the roots.

So, we love our sweet little kitty and we don't want this to affect her health, which it is on it's way to doing, so we are getting the referral.

At least her breath smells better now. Like mint toothpaste. And she's mostly forgiven us for the torture she was subjected to yesterday.

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