Took Waffles, Francis & Marble off to TED for their booster shots and
annual
once-overs.
Saw a new TED at the practice. A lady TED.
Francis, scourge of TEDs since his unfortunate encounter with that darned
fool young male vet a few years ago, was putty in the new lady TED's
hands.
Not a peep from him. No growls, no yowls, no hisses and certainly no
bites.
Makes me wonder if Francis's anti-TED thing is specifically and
anti-male-TED thing.
Marble was his usual wimpy self. He howled whilst in the cat carrier and
promptly offered complete surrender as soon as I removed him from the
carrier.
Even Waffles, who could easily be Olympic champion in swearing at TEDs
offered not a peep of resistance.
All three duly had their jabs.
Waffles may need to have the last of her teeth removed surgically at some
point. Her remaining teeth are few and in not good shape, but they don't
seem to be bothering her at the moment. Being an elderly lady, I'd like
not
to put her through the stress of an operation unless *necessary*. At the
moment, it's not necessary. So it's a case of keeping an eye on her,
checking her breath is not getting bad, making sure she continues to eat
properly and if she doesn't - then that's when she'll have the risk of
anaesthesia. But right now, she seems entirely content with life, she runs
around, plays in the garden, hunts... does all the normal cat things and
with seeming great enjoyment. Long may that continue.
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