Date: 2007-08-17 17:18 Subject: What your vet means when... Security: Public Mood: sheepish

Nico had dental work today: a cleaning and an extraction. His vet honestly looks like a sort of skinny Charlie Weasley, Animal Doctor, complete with humongous numbers of freckles, and he's got a midwestern good-naturedness. So, when he called to say the work was done, I said that I hoped Nico hadn't been too grumpy. "Oh, he wasn't that bad." Hm.

So, I went to pick him up and got a lesson in pet dentistry which I was able to cut short by saying "I used to have a greyhound" (ex-racers have notoriously bad mouths). Then I waited, and heard some yowling, and waited some more, and then cute young perspiring vet tech came out and said "Nico was - um - a little fussy? He didn't want to get into his carrier?"

I think that's code for "Lady, your tabby cat is an asshole."

He's fighting with Philip now, since Pip wants to know why Nico's mouth smells funny. Later, adventures in antibiotics.

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