Fingers had surgery yesterday to deal with dental issues. This kinda came out of the blue (the last six months or so have seen a *LOT* of issues that just seem to arrive out of nowhere with little to no leadup, just… BAM). I should have seen it at least a few days earlier; starting about a week ago she became surprisingly friendly with me. She is typically pretty aloof; she was only ever really friendly with Raedthinn, while she sees me as, at best, a somewhat terrifying roommate. But it seems that the old girl was in pain and the only way she had to communicate it was through the appearance of affection.
Those who’ve been around this blog long enough might remember that 11 or so years ago she was badly wounded. It was the sort of damage that, had she been a human, said human would do little more than writhe on the floor and wail incessantly until pumped full of morphine. But Fingers… she just seemed to ignore it and get on with things. So either she’s grown soft in the years since, or she *really* hurt. In any event, I got her in to the vet as soon as I figured out there was a problem (I had about a 1/10 second glance inside her mouth, and had to struggle to get that; it was enough to tell me there was a problem) and they performed some dental work. Two teeth were to be extracted, but apparently they just sorta… fell out. This problem is not new; Koshka also had dental issues that resulted in two teeth just popping right out.
Fingers was unsurprisingly loopy when she came back from the vet. But once the anesthetic wore off, she went right back to ignoring me. Which would seem to be a good sign that the pain is gone.
Best way to pet Fingers is to catch her asleep.
The other cats have reacted to Fingers with complete nonchalance.