*catdaddy = a humorous but stupid name my friend calls me
a few months back, after i first got my kitten, we were playing on top of my bed. as we all know, kittens are rambunctious and full of life. no exception here. [thankfully mine was an extra happy and gregarious one, something i truly appreciate].
while kitten was planning his next strategic move for his favourite "attack the hand and make him yell" game, my eyes were drawn to a corner of the bed where i noticed a bright red spot which reminded of that fake looking red nail polish that little girls put on for pretend play. what in the world was that? i certainly don't wear nailpolish and neither does the cat!
when i inspected further, i saw it was fresh. i was looking at a single drop of an odd, thick red liquid. i couldn't figure it out. meanwhile kitten was continuing his attack on me, bouncing around like tigger, rebounding off of furniture having a grand ole time. i decided it could be blood so i picked up the kitten and turned him every-which-way to inspect him from all angles. i thought maybe he cut his nail or his toes.
as i looked over a few inches, i spotted a TOOTH! my heart sank with my first thought being, "OMG, i knocked his tooth out while we were playing!". so now the fun part came. try grabbing a kitten in play mode to open its mouth to inspect. i was panicking that he was bleeding to death, having visions of him swallowing pools of his flowing blood. ok, it's a little melodramatic but that's how it felt at that moment.
grabbing him, i pryed his mouth open but he kept turning his head and squirming. finally, i visegripped him long enough to inspect. there was blood! i grabbed a kleenex to stop the bleeding but ended up with a kitten running down the hall at high speed with a kleenex hanging out of his mouth. "come back here, you varmint! you're bleeding [to death!]," i called after him, envisioning ambulances and 911 calls.
getting my hands on him again after playing "catch-me-if-you-can" for almost 5 minutes from behind the refrigerator, i got his mouth reopened but couldn't tell if the tooth had broken or had been knocked out; he just wouldn't keep his mouth open long enough and was making a big fuss. "great" i thought, "here we go back to the veterinarian!" we had just been there a few days earlier for his first visit. i decided to get some gauze to try to clean it a bit and hopefully stop the bleeding. as i went into the room where i kept it, i looked down and found another tooth next to his food dish!
suddenly, a wave of calm came over me — i realized it was only his baby teeth falling out! how in the world would i know his teeth would fall out?? do i look like a dentist? lol.
phew. my final word[s].
and for posterity, i saved them as a reminder of my little one's baby stage. kinda weird, kinda gross, kinda cool. sharp as knives! here they are, my kitty's old fangs —
thanks to d, at the hidden paw for this weekend's work for WCB #78!