Poor Morty...

It's not often that anyone can say poor Morty and be serious. Morty is a Munchkin kitty and is a much loved and spoiled King of the Condo. I'm not sure but I think he even has a t-shirt that says King of the Condo. I have had Morty since 2004 when at the ripe old age of 8 weeks he came to live with Gingles and I. At that time Gingles weighed 11 pounds. Morty was the same size as a Coke can and barely tipped the scales at 12 oz. To say Gingles was less than pleased when Morty arrived is a HUGE understatement but they soon learned to at least tolerate each other. Normally Morty's biggest decision is which sunbeam will he choose for his morning nap but this past week has not gone down in the books as a good time for Morty. Much to my chagrin, I have discovered that I am not a very good cat mama. I noticed a week or so ago Mort was not his usual perky self but he was eating drinking and tormenting the daylights out of Gingles so I decided to just keep an eye on him. On Saturday I could tell he really didn't feel well and called the vets office and scheduled an appointment for today. When I got up this morning I noticed Mort's cheek was very swollen and he was obviously in pain. Heck, Gingles even took pity on Mort and didn't torment him one single time. Sooooo....long story short (yeah I know, too late) Morty has an abscessed tooth. I felt terrible, that poor baby has been in pain for who knows how long and I was totally clueless. Reminds me of the time when at age four Polly broke her finger and I told her it was fine just get a bandaid. Uh huh....2 days later when we were at the Doctor for her check-up he noticed her pinky pointing NE and the rest of her fingers on that hand pointing N. Looking back, I think the vet was 'judgeier' than the pediatrician.

I'm no vet but it appears to me that Morty's pain meds have kicked in. Yes, I did make him a little pallet so he could sleep on my desk while I work and I might or might not have made him a homemade egg custard for his dinner.
Location: Myrtle Beach, SC, USA

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