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In Which Callisto Loses Her Teeth
Oct. 16th, 2018 09:04 pmCallisto's trials began last night. The vet told me that she couldn't eat after 10pm, so I made sure she finished up both the cats' wet food just before 10, and then started putting all the food dishes away.
The cats followed me around the whole time, very confused at this strange thing that was going on, but it took them about an hour to suss out that the food was gone. Then, there was much racing back and forth, especially to the art room, their main food supply when they're not back in my office while I'm working.
Callisto is the one who loves food, but it was ironically Lucy who was getting in my face all night about the food. Literally. She woke me up at least half a dozen times while I was trying to sleep by shoving her face in my face, clearly saying, "Hey! There's a problem with the food!"
So, crappy night's sleep, followed by an early wakeup.
This morning, Kimberly and I were up at 7am to bring Callisto into the vet for her dental procedure. All we knew was that she had periodontal disease and teeth resorption and that she was going to have some large number of teeth extracted.
After dropping Callisto off, we returned home and I put food down for Lucy.
She ignored it.
The day was overall suck. We couldn't go back to sleep because the vet was going to call at 9.15 with the results of Callisto's x-rays. Then, I didn't really have a chance for a nap anytime later in the day because I had my own optometry appointment at 2pm. Then of course there'd be cat picking up afterward. (I'd hoped to do it on the way home from the optometrist, but they didn't call; when I got home, Kimberly called and they said ... Callisto was already ready. Sigh!)
I did manage to get a little work done, mainly polishing up a new blog site for my book that's going to Kickstarter tomorrow; more on that then.
Apparently Callisto was down to 20 teeth at the start of the day. Her canines were so loose that the vet just pulled them out. Others clearly took more work because the poor kitty does have sutures. They took out a total of 12(!), leaving her with 8 teeth, mostly her chewing teeth on her left side, I believe.
None of this is apparently particularly problematic for an indoor cat. She should be able to eat wet food and dry food alike.
Oh, and she apparently got "grumpy" at the vet toward the end of the day. The vet said she'd been unhappy and nonchalantly said, "Oh, and we trimmed all her claws."
Mmmhmm.
Callisto was super drugged when we got her home. Literally stumbling around, I mean more than usual.
We've got six doses of pain meds, to give her every eight to twelve hours. We gave her the first after she'd been home for a few hours. It seems to make her mostly sit around and stare at the walls, but not in a Blair Witch way. She seems much more comfortable than she was before the meds, so score, I suppose.
And she's having no problems with food. She's in fact been eagerly begging for it, so I slowly rationed out a can of Fancy Feast over several hours so that she wouldn't make herself sick.
So she'll be getting pain meds no more than the next two and a half days, which is good, because giving strong stuff like that to our cat scares me. (The vet said a lot of people only give them for a day or so, and then decide the cat isn't in pain any more.)
But she won't be able to eat dry food for two weeks, which is a real nuisance, because we'll have to segregate any dry food that Lucy wants to eat, withhold treats, and give her a constant supply of wet food.
(And then we have to get her back to dry food afterward!)
In two weeks we have a follow-up appointment to make sure she's doing OK.
Of course by that point I'll be taking her in by herself ... because K. will be recovering from her own surgery!
Lately, it seems like October is the cruelest month.
The cats followed me around the whole time, very confused at this strange thing that was going on, but it took them about an hour to suss out that the food was gone. Then, there was much racing back and forth, especially to the art room, their main food supply when they're not back in my office while I'm working.
Callisto is the one who loves food, but it was ironically Lucy who was getting in my face all night about the food. Literally. She woke me up at least half a dozen times while I was trying to sleep by shoving her face in my face, clearly saying, "Hey! There's a problem with the food!"
So, crappy night's sleep, followed by an early wakeup.
This morning, Kimberly and I were up at 7am to bring Callisto into the vet for her dental procedure. All we knew was that she had periodontal disease and teeth resorption and that she was going to have some large number of teeth extracted.
After dropping Callisto off, we returned home and I put food down for Lucy.
She ignored it.
The day was overall suck. We couldn't go back to sleep because the vet was going to call at 9.15 with the results of Callisto's x-rays. Then, I didn't really have a chance for a nap anytime later in the day because I had my own optometry appointment at 2pm. Then of course there'd be cat picking up afterward. (I'd hoped to do it on the way home from the optometrist, but they didn't call; when I got home, Kimberly called and they said ... Callisto was already ready. Sigh!)
I did manage to get a little work done, mainly polishing up a new blog site for my book that's going to Kickstarter tomorrow; more on that then.
Apparently Callisto was down to 20 teeth at the start of the day. Her canines were so loose that the vet just pulled them out. Others clearly took more work because the poor kitty does have sutures. They took out a total of 12(!), leaving her with 8 teeth, mostly her chewing teeth on her left side, I believe.
None of this is apparently particularly problematic for an indoor cat. She should be able to eat wet food and dry food alike.
Oh, and she apparently got "grumpy" at the vet toward the end of the day. The vet said she'd been unhappy and nonchalantly said, "Oh, and we trimmed all her claws."
Mmmhmm.
Callisto was super drugged when we got her home. Literally stumbling around, I mean more than usual.
We've got six doses of pain meds, to give her every eight to twelve hours. We gave her the first after she'd been home for a few hours. It seems to make her mostly sit around and stare at the walls, but not in a Blair Witch way. She seems much more comfortable than she was before the meds, so score, I suppose.
And she's having no problems with food. She's in fact been eagerly begging for it, so I slowly rationed out a can of Fancy Feast over several hours so that she wouldn't make herself sick.
So she'll be getting pain meds no more than the next two and a half days, which is good, because giving strong stuff like that to our cat scares me. (The vet said a lot of people only give them for a day or so, and then decide the cat isn't in pain any more.)
But she won't be able to eat dry food for two weeks, which is a real nuisance, because we'll have to segregate any dry food that Lucy wants to eat, withhold treats, and give her a constant supply of wet food.
(And then we have to get her back to dry food afterward!)
In two weeks we have a follow-up appointment to make sure she's doing OK.
Of course by that point I'll be taking her in by herself ... because K. will be recovering from her own surgery!
Lately, it seems like October is the cruelest month.