My New Day

Daddy calls me Gumby now!

Well, you won't believe it. I had an appointment on Tuesday just to check up on how I'm doing. The Doc knew she was going to have to anest-a-whatever me when I was in there because of a spot in the back of my mouth where my roots were exposed... whatever that means. All I know is I went to sleep and then when I woke up... I HAD FEWER TEETH AGAIN! They hadn't even warned me about this one... they just took a boys teeth when he was knocked out! How rude is that? Evidently Dr. Sherman called Meowmy while I was under and said that my lower canines looked good and the rest of my mouth was "quiet" where the teeth had come out already, but I was "issuing a pain response" when she poked around on my upper canines and all my incisors. I still appeared to have inflammation in my gums around those teeth, and she felt that it was time to take them out. So, that she did. I now have no upper canines (MY FAMOUS FANGS!) and she ended up taking out several of my little incisor teeth, which were all crooked and weird-looking anyway. So, now I'm post-surgery for the third time since April. *sigh* I wish they'd just take 'em all out and be done with it by this point. I don't have many left now, anyway... and only two big teeth. Daddy says since he can't call me Fang anymore because of my cool sabre-teeth I had in the front, he'll just have to call me Gumby. Well, take care every cat. My pain meds are making me sleepy, so I'm gonna go take a nap.

Love and Purrs,

Sir Nigel Gumby-Mouth