This poor guy has a toothache. (Oddly enough, this photo was taken when he was perfectly fine, so you can imagine that it was difficult to tell when he was sad and hurting, since he is pretty much a big sack of skin full of organs that lays in his chair or on the bed 99.9% of the time). He made an emergency trip to the Vet on Saturday morning for an Antibiotic shot and a prescription for Morphine. You can only guess how completely sedentary he is and completely out of it with a round of morphine coursing through his veins.
We always knew he was a big cat, but we didn't fully understand how big he was until the Vet, who sees cats all day long, seven days a week said, "WOW! That's one BIG cat!" She weighed him and he came in at 17 pounds. We always thought he weighed over 20, so that sounded small to us! He is big and tall and does have a certain amount of flub on his tum-tum.
Tomorrow morning he has to go back to the Vet for the day to have two teeth removed. It will be a nerve racking day. I don't like animals (or people for that matter) being under anesthesia. But, I'm sure he will be fine and be back home running around the house in no time. Or rather, lying in his chair comatose, yet pain free.
We love you, Mr. Tiger Big Boy!
*Please no horror stories about cats and Vets. Thank you!