My old VET Dr. K left the practice after she had a blurpy thing. I now see the VET that founded the practice and ALL my family's pets have seen for 30 years, Dr. S. Because of my FIV I took anty-biotiks before getting my teeth done, and Monday night when mommy called to get my anty-biotiks filled, the VET tech said "Hold on, let me check with Dr. S about this."
She called back and said because anisthetic could bring out my FIV Dr. S does not recommend I get my teeth brushed unless really needed! No one had ever told this to mommy!
So, per Dr. S's request, I went to the VET last night to get my gums looked at to see if I needed to be brushed. I DON'T! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I do have to take anty-biotiks for 10 days to kill bacteria. The good news is I get to eat more TD treats and get dental chews as treats to keep tarter down. Keep in mind, the VET never saw me, he hid while the VET techs felt my wrath.
I think my teeth look so good partly because of the bite patrols Bendrix has participated in. I mean, um, thought about, um, well, lets forget I said anything about that....
So, I'm going to list 13 reason's why my VET is scared of me.
1. Sharp Mancat teeth
2. Pawsomely sharp Mancat claws
3. Gold slitted eyes of fury
4. A deep growl that seems to come from Bendrix's soul heard only at the VET
5. The fact no muzzle EVER worked on me. I always got them off
6. My bendy skills that allowed me to reach, scratch and bite any bare skin.
7. My amazing leaping skills that sent me from examing table across the back area to the smallest corner where I put my back to the wall to keep from being caught.
8. My paw of death that can absolutely reach far beyond my PTU when being taken in, or out, of my PTU.
9. My tail that twitches like a rattler in warning when he approaches.
10. Did I mention my Mancat claws that have shredded many a VET tech in the past? Like bloody shredded.
11. My ears, they turn to the side and lay flat to my head and he knows, that means trouble. Big trouble. Angry trouble.
12. My yowl. Following my growl, my yowl is so loud that they hear it even in the reception area. Think crazy, angry panther snarly yowl. Once, when mommy was paying, the lady said "Oooohh, this is the cat we've been hearing." She said "That's my brave Mancat!"
13. My strength. As you can see from a past VET visit, it is almost Herculean strength - enough to repeatedly push my PTU across the room many times.
For those of you who don't know, as of 6 months ago or so, I have to be "tranqued before examing" at the VET-I am a dangerous Mancat to them. The VET is when having an evil alter ego like Bendrix comes in handy...
Until we meet again Dr. Evil, I mean, Dr. S....
