I'm supposed to take Spencer to the vet for a follow up to check on his mouth. I know he is doing very well and his mouth looks good to me and he is eating and enjoying the new food. I swear I didn't do or say anything out of ordinary, but somehow he knew! He's hiding under the bed and I can't get him out; not even when I poke him with a broom stick handle! I called and canceled the appointment, and now 10 minutes later he's at his food dish!