March 4th 2010 4:29 pm
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Daddy took me into the vet again a few weeks ago. I got knocked out and they cleaned my teeth. It turns out I have a genetic condition that causes my teeth to fracture along the gum line. They had to remove FIVE of my teeth! Including one of my front ones! I did better when Daddy picked me up with respect to last time. But I didn't have a collar last time and my eye didn't hurt. I stomped around and felt sorry for myself. I didn't feel like a real kitty with more teeth gone. Two days later Daddy had enough of my pouting and picked me up for a good cuddle. It was great! He reminded me that no matter what happened we were buds through thick and thin and nothing was going to change that. I purred really loudly and made biscuits on him.
Sarge (In Loving Memory)