(And I did get scritches, lots of them)
But I'm home! And the specialist says we are going to watch and wait to see if I heal, during the next few weeks. If not, Momma says he'll take me on a trip down the Root Canal.
That must be an awfully long trip, though, 'cuz there aren't any canals near us. I got out a map and showed Momma and everything.
I didn't see any called "Root," either.
He'd file Maxie's lower canines, shortening them by several millimeters so his upper lip would no longer catch on them. However, this would expose the pulp of the tooth, which is basically its nerve center (ouch).
That's where the root canal comes in, removing the nerves, then filling and sealing each fang. This is less invasive than extraction - and a lot less painful (win-win!).
But after he examined Maxie - who demonstrated a lot of fang-hanging while there, showing his skill in hooking that upper lip - he thought it was possible Maxie might finally be healing.
And if that happens then the only reason for a root canal would be cosmetic - which we won't do.
So... loads of drama (we apologize for that!) - and one hungry kitty - all for naught!
Maxwell: And I may forgive Momma sometime in the next 6 months. Or not.