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Tongue out while sleeping. My dad does that once in a while. That's when I get out my stick and poke him.
OAQfirst said:Tongue out while sleeping. My dad does that once in a while. That's when I get out my stick and poke him.
lisab said:Wow, I've never heard of that...why did he have to get all his teeth out?
junglebeast said:When I was young boy my dad and I were going on a long car trip to the cabin in the night, and we spotted something alongside the road...out in the middle of nowhere (nothing but forest). My dad was curious so he pulled over. It turned out to be a cute little gray kitten. For some reason we decided to take it in.
The first thing it did was squirt diarrhea all over the blanket in the car. This became more of an annoyance later on because we tried using the blanket to lay under the stars later that evening but kept finding smelly little wet spots on it.
Later that week, I went to the fair and caught a greased pig in my bare hands. Of course this meant I got to keep it, too. You can imagine my mother's surprise when my dad returned me to my mom's residence with a pig and a stray cat, haha.
We ended up finding a nice home for the cat, a friend of my mother's who had a big dog that used to be friends with her old cat that recently died. Incidentally, while we were there, I happened to be digging around in the dirt behind her house and found a pretty cool blue bottle. They also thought it was neat, and she wanted to keep it -- "but you can keep the next thing you find!", she jested.
I did not think it was funny, so I went back to digging. Sure enough, about 5 minutes later I found a silver pocket watch, nicely engraved with fine etchings all over it's surface, and what appeared to be a tiny ruby inset on the interior (although that part, I'm not sure of). Well, she grudgingly obliged to keep her promise :)
The cat turned out to become great friends with her dog, and everyone lived happily ever after, except that I grew up to abhor the responsibility of pets, and I lost the pocket watch...although I think it was actually stolen by a friend of mine.
lisab said:Wow.
Wait a minute...what happened to the pig?
junglebeast said:What do you think happened to the pig?
lisab said:Pork chops?
Ivan Seeking said:... cats and dogs... surprisingly they do fine with no teeth. They can even eat the hard kibble.
Moonbear said:Allergic to his own teeth?
Tsu said:It's called stomatitis. This explains it well.
http://www.petplace.com/cats/stomatitis-in-cats/page1.aspx
http://www.fullpetential.com/cat-edu/dental-care.htm... Feline Stomatitis is a very serious form of dental disease in cats. This is usually seen as an autoimmune disease and is most commonly found in cats that already suffer from more serious health issues. Stomatitis is caused when the body rejects and becomes allergic to the plaque on the teeth. Sometimes it can spread into the throat causing painful red lesions. When a cat has stomatitis, it will become very uncomfortable and may stop eating. You should seek the advice of your veterinarian right away...
GeorginaS said:My big cat, Frank, came with gingivitis and needed his teeth brushed. He's a pretty easy-going guy if you play things his way. He had a few back teeth that were especially bad that needed a gum scrub daily. He sat patiently on the kitchen counter while I got out the little toothbrush and the fish-flavoured toothpaste. Wow did he love that toothpaste. He wouldn't tolerate teeth brushing until I'd let him lick most of the toothpaste off of the brush. There was generally enough left behind to help lubricate the brushing, but he wouldn't tolerate it unless I did it his way.
GeorginaS said:...but he wouldn't tolerate it unless I did it his way.
Ivan Seeking said:Eh, the vet specifically referred to it as an allergy. Tsu, where did you get that?
Tsu said:But, you're right, dear (of course). This statement of Moonbear's does describe it better...
"Stomatitis is caused when the body rejects and becomes allergic to the plaque on the teeth."
Ivan Seeking said:You mean my quote.
I was asking where you got the name. I didn't know what it was properly called.
Tsu said:But, you're right, dear (of course). This statement of Moonbear's does describe it better...
Ivan Seeking said:You mean my quote.
Moonbear said:You don't even get credit when you do find the right thing.
Very hard times, Ivan. Due to our rather remote location and work schedules, I was always the one that had to take the final trip to the vet with each of our ferrets (many of them rescues). It was never easy. Even when they were in pain or crippled up, they always wanted to be held and cuddled and talked to.Ivan Seeking said:I really hate that last trip to the vet though. We've only had him a year but it will be a sad day.
Ivan Seeking said:We had another stray show up who was in pretty rough shape. We have learned the hard way that once they latch on, we have three choices:
1). Take to shelter [almost certainly doomed to either life in prison, or death]
2). Watch them slowly starve to death. Possible disease threat to our other cats
3). Be complete idiots and take them in.
So, we opt to be complete idiots. This one is an orange neutered male, approx 7 year old, with medium length hair [breed?], now named Isaac [I don't know why Isaac... it just popped out]. He had mats on his back that formed a clump as large as a fist. He has an infection in his mouth, he is thin, he stunk to high heaven, and he was filthy. But a day with the Vet did wonders and he turns out to be an extremely affectionate kitty. Not a wild cat by any means, he was certainly someone's pet. Either he got lost, or someone moved and left him behind, or he was dumped in the hills behind us. The vet said that they have seen a lot of abandoned pets since the economy tanked.
I would guess that he has been on his own for at least several months; no more than half a year I would think. But there was no mistaking the fact that at one time he was a pet. It only took a few minutes to gain his confidence to the point where he would lie right on top of me to sleep. In fact he is so affectionate that I have to wonder what did happen. This clearly was a cat that someone loved and gave a great deal of attention. In any event, as some here know, he hit the jackpot when he hit our place. Tsu and I are both complete suckers for animals.
So we now have Zoobie, Bun III, Little Tyke, Jack, Mr. Spock [another stray who has been around for three years now], and Isaac.
Btw, we have some acreage that acts like a stray cat net. They follow the creek down out of the hills. Our place is one of the first places to land.
Ivan Seeking said:>90% confidence that Isaac is going into renal failure. We had hoped that he may live longer, but we knew his kidneys had been seriously compromised. It seems now that he hasn't many days left. I have gone into my spoil-him-rotten mode, as I do with all of our pets in their last days.
He had a good year+ though - lots of kitty play and love. He has been a very affectionate cat. However, once he got past the "save me" phase, he became a complete mama's boy and stuck to Tsu like glue. He always comes over to say hello to me, but within a few minutes he heads for Tsu's lap for an hour or two of squinting and purring. Apparently I just can't compete.
I really hate that last trip to the vet though. We've only had him a year but it will be a sad day.
Ivan Seeking said:Thanks. Hard to say how long he might last; maybe days, maybe weeks, but when the quality of life of goes down the drain, it will be time to make THE trip. Unfortunately, we have gotten pretty good at this.