My mother is not really a “pet” person. That’s not to say that she doesn’t like dogs and cats – she does – but she’s not used to being around pets. She doesn’t really understand that cats get into stuff, want to explore every nook and cranny in the house, and jump on furniture. She doesn’t understand that cats think everything is a toy or something to kill. And she doesn’t understand that it is generally ok that they explore and get into and play with stuff … so long as they are safe from anything that can do them real harm. She likes my cat Toby and is entertained by him, but also is startled by him tearing around the apartment and jumping on the furniture. I’d hear her “No, no, no” multiple times a day.
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Five days post-dental work, Oscar is feeling better. He has more energy and is mostly back to his old self. He is quite put out that he can’t have his usual dry food and crunchy treats. I try to explain that they are not allowed until after next Friday, when we go back to the vet. But, my efforts are falling on deaf ears … or maybe I’m not as proficient in “cat” as I thought I was. Either way, this is becoming the longest two weeks of my life! 
So, my poor boy went to the vet’s office to get his teeth cleaned. For anyone who has not experienced feline dental care, it’s a long and expensive process. I drop my cat off by 8:30 am and don’t see him again until about 6:00 pm. I’m not sure how long the actual teeth cleaning takes, but I know how much it costs! 
my mother, my cat and me 