No Joy for Happiness

Well, perhaps unsurprisingly, the feline psychology didn't work. It's really kind of eerie. I mean, both cats were out in the living room, happily hanging out until about three minutes before I figured it was time to pack them up for the trip to the vet's office. At that point, they both vanished into the bedroom. I opened up the doors on the carriers, as planned, making what I hoped were interesting but nonthreatening noises in the process, in hopes that they would be foolish enough to come out and investigate. No such luck. Those cats are smarter than I am. When I went into the bedroom to find them, they were both huddled under the bed... And they were lying right next to each other, which is something they almost never do. How do they know, huh? How the hell do they know? Anyway, I was fortunately able to drag them out from under the bed with only minimal damage (to me, of course, not to them).

So. Nova has now had his shots and will not have to face the traumatic experience again for another year. Happiness, unfortunately, is not nearly so lucky. When the vet checked out her mouth, she found that poor Happy's gums are rotting. And apparently not in that normal lack-of-dental-hygeine way, either. Could be an autoimmune problem, could be an infection, could be an allergy. At any rate, they didn't give her the shots, since if her system is fighting off an illness, the vaccination wouldn't do her very much good. And I have to have her back in for a dental appointment on Wednesday. They're going to take out a loose tooth and do a biopsy on the gum tissue to try and figure out what's wrong with her. In the meantime, I've got to squirt anitbiotics down her throat twice a day, which I imagine is going to be all kinds of fun for both of us. I'm not sure which one of us I feel sorrier for right now, to tell you the truth...