I had to take my poor kitty Claude to the vet this morning. In the last week or so his breath has been really offensive, when he yawns he can clear the room and when he washes himself it smells really rank. I had to struggle to have a look at his teeth because he does
not like his mouth being handled, but from the glimpse I caught they were not a pretty sight. This was a major concern because he's got a flight to catch in less than three weeks, so anything that needed doing needs to be done ASAP. Anyway, to cut a long story short, he has to go in on Wednesday to have his teeth descaled and there's a strong probability he'll need several extractions depending on what his teeth are like under the tartar. Poor kitty! And poor me too, because I'm saddled with giving him antibiotics for the next few days - anyone who's ever had to administer pills to a cat will sympathise I'm sure! The good news though is that he's fighting fit apart from his teeth, not bad at all for an old fella!