Dunhill gave a loud shriek and tried to bite me, Saturday night, when I petted his jaw. He has never acted violently towards me at any time for even when he has been sick or injured, in the past. I assume he has been in pain for a while, and it just wasn’t obvious to hairless apes, and he just couldn’t take chin scratches anymore (I pay a lot of attention to their behavior, which has caught some things before they got bad; not this time). I unfortunately wasn’t able to get him into the vet until today (and I called around, believe you me). He requires substantial surgery for resorptive lesions. I knew he had some dental issues, but he never presented pain like that until he did, and the vet we had been seeing had been checking his mouth regularly, and never thought it needed anything other than special food and being watched. The dental specialist he saw today thinks that Dunnie had some significant trauma long before I got him, and it finally burst out. That is apparently a common thing with cats his age. It’s not a cheap procedure, and he is scheduled, and will be getting kitty Percocet shots every few days until then.
Funny enough, I have my own oral surgery (extraction, abscess ablation, and bone graft, due to a root that finally failed around a crown from an accident that happened ten years ago, with implant and crown after I heal in 6 months) scheduled for Monday. Dunhill is going in the Monday after (quickest I could schedule him). I’m lucky I can afford both: if I couldn’t, Dunhill would be getting his and I would just have to wait. It would have been nice if he could have waited a few weeks; if he wants grafts and implants he’s gonna have to pay for them himself, though.