Remember when I said Henry had to get his teeth cleaned? Well that's happening right now. They have to administer anesthesia in order to clean his teeth...which meant no breakfast for Henry this morning. And let me tell you...that was not fun! Please someone tell me how you explain to a cat that yes, I know you are hungry, but no, you may not eat. You may also not eat the dog's food. Or my food for that matter. Traumatizing morning for Henry.
Anyway, the vet quoted me a price for the cleaning and then gave me an additional quote for if they have to remove any of his teeth. The second quote was more than double the first one. I almost fell over. Then he said he'd call me first before removing any teeth.
Well...he called me. Henry needs FIVE teeth removed. FIVE!! Que me panicking. The good news is Henry is already missing several teeth (who knew?) so what's left to be cleaned is minimal. In the end the price is about the same as the first quote. Thank you God.
And now Henry will only have his front teeth (canines and incisors) left. At only five years old, Henry will be an old toothless man. Poor guy just has bad genetics I guess.