On the phone they said they'd saved the tooth for me! At first I thought this was a little weird, but then upon thinking it over I thought it'd be cool. I figured that maybe I could drill a little hole in it and have Robin wear it on his collar like a badge of honor or something.
Then I saw the tooth when I picked him up this evening. Eeeew.... I'm definitely not touching that thing. It looks like it's been in somebody's mouth! Not just that, but decaying in somebody's mouth.
You see people wearing shark teeth and alligator teeth and stuff around their necks all the time. Why don't my kitty's teeth look as cool?
Robin hasn't quite decided how he feels about me now. He hasn't been his usual cuddly self, although he has come up for some petting. He keeps walking away though; he won't settle down. I'm sure his mouth hurts. I've seen him licking his lips a bunch. I know how miserable I am when I visit the dentist, so I sympathize.
I'm sure he'll be even more unhappy with me tomorrow, when I'm supposed to give him the first of his antibiotics. I've never pilled a cat before. This should be... an adventure? At least it's my most placid cat. I can't even imagine trying to give Mouse a pill! It'd be a battle of wills to see who died first.