It's not me I feel sorry for on tooth cleaning day, it's Faith and Lillibet. They wander about all day with a false white smile on their faces. The special toothpaste is white and it leaves very unsightly white marks like the voodoo queens of New Orleans or such like. Their fake smiles follow me about like the Cheshire Cat. Not me, I get my licker out and the toothpase is gone, it tastes of liver pate, not that I eat a lot of liver pate but the odd time I have licked a plate or knife in the sink with it on, that's what it tasted like!
Faith is THE worst patient for toothpaste day. She struggles and twists and screams and yells, claws out to catch Momma and paddling furiously with her hind legs. Momma wraps her in a blankie, but she just vanishes from it like a whirlwind, contorting her body inside out so that Momma is scrubbing away at the falling orifice only to find it is totally the wrong end of the hairy bundle. I look of surprise appears on Faith's face as she slithers out into daylight, her false smile making a mockery of her true feelings of hurt on both counts!
I am next naughty cat in line. I am a twister and turner, but more of a thinker during proceedings and do like the taste of it, so only half heatedly fight with my front feet, catching my claws in Momma's wedding ring and hanging there whilst she scubs away at my filthy yellow molars, sliding around in circles on the kitchen table with my back claws stuck securely in the blankie. I have had yellow teeth since a nice vet gave me Oxy when I was growing my new adult teeth and there, ruined for life. I very rarely smile except for perhaps Simon the vet!
Lillibet is somewhat perplexed at the whole teeth thing and every week she forgets it happening. She goes into her voodoo world and starts chanting and closes her eyes and wails out loud, the toothpaste bubbling at the sides of her mouth like spittle. All this time, during the wailing, there is purring? I have never in all my life figured out how to Yawp and purr at the same time? But Lillibet manages it. And even with all of this noise and bravado, she hasn't moved a muscle on the soft blankie, and is sat in the same place as she started. She is lowered to the ground and her Voodoo smile is like a strange grin that suits Lillibet's 'specialness'.
Gracie is always good, she is like a model student. She allows anything to be done to her really. She just flops and goes extra heavy in Momma's arms. Laying her gently on the blankie, Momma lifts up her lips and inserts the tiny toothbrush. Gracie shuts hers eyes, jaw jagging slightly with the push and pull rhythm of the brush going back and forth. She allows it all to happen around her. Then it's time to be flipped over and scrubbed on the other side. She catches sight of Flaire... ooops, Momma has a growling snapping fish on her line now and covers Gracie's eyes and shoos Flaire away. Gracie relaxes and gives in to the inevitable. Such a show off. Ironically, Gracie looks clean for the first time in weeks. The toothpaste has whitened her lilac 'marks' around her mouth that make her look like she has been rummaging through the bins (I say nothing) and she gleams her ultra white smile at us all, flashing her gnashes especially to her daughter who laughs in her face. heaven help us.
Flaire is swept up just as Gracie pounces for her and misses and tongue stuck out at right angles she is subjected to baby teeth cleaning. This is where Momma just lifts your lips up and pokes about with her finger a bit and then gives you the toothbrush to play with, allowing you to take it to your mouth to taste, then you get a mild flick of it here and there and then a little toothpaste to try. Mmm, Flaire likes it too. She likes it so much she is nudging the tube like a baby cat for milky. Well at least that is two our of 5 that are well behaved. Wonder just how long that will last before she catches on and realises that Friday is tooth day and don't you get the fact, little cat, that the water in this house tastes different - yep - it's contaminated with tooth decay stuff to combat nasty niffs and help to reduce plaque. That's why we drink from the Parentals mugs, glasses and sinks!
Thinks before you drinks!
KS =^..^=
Faith is THE worst patient for toothpaste day. She struggles and twists and screams and yells, claws out to catch Momma and paddling furiously with her hind legs. Momma wraps her in a blankie, but she just vanishes from it like a whirlwind, contorting her body inside out so that Momma is scrubbing away at the falling orifice only to find it is totally the wrong end of the hairy bundle. I look of surprise appears on Faith's face as she slithers out into daylight, her false smile making a mockery of her true feelings of hurt on both counts!
I am next naughty cat in line. I am a twister and turner, but more of a thinker during proceedings and do like the taste of it, so only half heatedly fight with my front feet, catching my claws in Momma's wedding ring and hanging there whilst she scubs away at my filthy yellow molars, sliding around in circles on the kitchen table with my back claws stuck securely in the blankie. I have had yellow teeth since a nice vet gave me Oxy when I was growing my new adult teeth and there, ruined for life. I very rarely smile except for perhaps Simon the vet!
Lillibet is somewhat perplexed at the whole teeth thing and every week she forgets it happening. She goes into her voodoo world and starts chanting and closes her eyes and wails out loud, the toothpaste bubbling at the sides of her mouth like spittle. All this time, during the wailing, there is purring? I have never in all my life figured out how to Yawp and purr at the same time? But Lillibet manages it. And even with all of this noise and bravado, she hasn't moved a muscle on the soft blankie, and is sat in the same place as she started. She is lowered to the ground and her Voodoo smile is like a strange grin that suits Lillibet's 'specialness'.
Gracie is always good, she is like a model student. She allows anything to be done to her really. She just flops and goes extra heavy in Momma's arms. Laying her gently on the blankie, Momma lifts up her lips and inserts the tiny toothbrush. Gracie shuts hers eyes, jaw jagging slightly with the push and pull rhythm of the brush going back and forth. She allows it all to happen around her. Then it's time to be flipped over and scrubbed on the other side. She catches sight of Flaire... ooops, Momma has a growling snapping fish on her line now and covers Gracie's eyes and shoos Flaire away. Gracie relaxes and gives in to the inevitable. Such a show off. Ironically, Gracie looks clean for the first time in weeks. The toothpaste has whitened her lilac 'marks' around her mouth that make her look like she has been rummaging through the bins (I say nothing) and she gleams her ultra white smile at us all, flashing her gnashes especially to her daughter who laughs in her face. heaven help us.
Flaire is swept up just as Gracie pounces for her and misses and tongue stuck out at right angles she is subjected to baby teeth cleaning. This is where Momma just lifts your lips up and pokes about with her finger a bit and then gives you the toothbrush to play with, allowing you to take it to your mouth to taste, then you get a mild flick of it here and there and then a little toothpaste to try. Mmm, Flaire likes it too. She likes it so much she is nudging the tube like a baby cat for milky. Well at least that is two our of 5 that are well behaved. Wonder just how long that will last before she catches on and realises that Friday is tooth day and don't you get the fact, little cat, that the water in this house tastes different - yep - it's contaminated with tooth decay stuff to combat nasty niffs and help to reduce plaque. That's why we drink from the Parentals mugs, glasses and sinks!
Thinks before you drinks!
KS =^..^=
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