A few days ago, Moses stopped eating. DH somehow managed to slide him into our dog-sized pet taxi and off to the vet we went. We ordered the works for him, since he is semi-feral and there is no telling when we can get him back to the vet. DH was really worried that Moses was going to have to be PTS; he was very lethargic. It turned out to be his teeth. He had ten; the vet had to pull five. The vet gave us a discount because the fang teeth were so loose that they "wiggled out". We wanted to leave him at the vet's office for boarding until Monday until he recovered a little more, since he will not stay inside the "man cave" or even the Purr-fect fence. He will go ballistic trying to get out. But the vet said no, they couldn't handle him. He said he didn't want to have to sedate him every time they needed to clean his cage. He made all sorts of terrible growling noises in the car. But I sat in the back seat and talked to him, even sang to him. By the time we got home, he was calm. We were concerned about Moses not being able to eat with so few teeth. No worries though, he ate a couple of cans of food in great gulps, like a dog. Then he drank a lot of water and went to sleep. He stayed inside the Purr-fect fence with the gate open all day. I woke at five this morning and he was gone. That's not unusual; he's still mostly a wild creature. He could even be in the yard somewhere; it's so heavily landscaped in a cat can disappear in the bushes. I am still amazed that DH was able to get him into the pet taxi; this cat has gone from someone we only glimpsed running away when we drove up in the driveway to a permanent member of the family.
