Sassy is losing a lower canine. It is sticking out and looking wildly uncomfortable, like a feline bulldog. There is no obvious inflamation or red gums, so I'm not worried at the moment about serious abscess going on. But we can wiggle it, and it sticks out really far. She's an amazingly tolerant cat to cope with us wiggling it. We'd give it a yank ourselves if we thought it would be helpful.

I do know they won't be able to take her out back and knock her out completely for a dental cleaning. She almost died last time they tried it. So I worry that her days are seriously numbered. She can still manage to eat. She ALWAYS eats. And she is still wanting cuddles. So we cuddle her and give her soft stuff (which we know she can't clean off thoroughly enough), and oh, yes, she's the diabetic cat.

Fret, fret, fret.

I also get more and more worried about my Mental Health about being shut in like I am most of the time. I forget how to talk to people and find myself ruder than I should be. Jazz doesn't mind. We try to be kind to one another, but we're both naturally blunt people. It's just more crap to fret over. And fretting doesn't help.  ¶ 8:08 PM