August 13th 2011 10:10 am
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Instead of breakfast on the 10th, Mom picked me up, shoved me in the carrier against my will, and had friend Lorna haul me to the vet.

She's normally very nice, though new. But that day, she put needles in me, did what mom calls blood work, then put me to sleep and removed my other front fang.

Seems my old vet never told her I needed tooth cleaning. Never checked my teeth. He ran what mom calls a well kitty clinic.

Grrr. My mouth is still sore on Saturday, but better. Mom's feeding me Fancy Feast canned food.
She has not even put down my dry food. Says it would hut, and might get in the sores from my missing fangs.

She cries cause she knows I hurt.