How to Floss Your Cat’s Teeth
The house is quiet, and so I lie down and try to take a nap. I’ve just dozed off when I feel the weight of fifteen pounds of cat flesh land on my chest. It’s Rocco, the younger of our two toms, looking for a head bonk and a back scratch.
“I was asleep–can’t you meow or something before you pounce on me?”
“What would you suggest–breath mints?”
“That would ruin the element of surprise,” he says, and I catch a whiff of serious tuna breath as he does so.
“Jesus–I hope you guys don’t wonder why you never get laid,” I say. “Your breath smells terrible!”
“It helps keep the coyotes away,” he says. “They think we’re skunks.”
Okie, the elder grey tabby, jumps up to claim his favorite spot, between my legs with his head down at my feet. “What are you guys talking about?” he asks.
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