Neville’s visit to the veterinary hospital today had unexpected results, which were both good and bad.
It was determined that he did not need dental surgery. His teeth and gums are in good shape. One tooth is a bit questionable, but its removal was not considered sufficient reason to knock him out; the tooth is not causing him discomfort and may be pulled at a much later date. This was encouraging news, certainly, but, in a way, also disappointing news. I was hoping that Nevsky’s teeth were a contributing factor to the sudden return of his high blood-glucose numbers. That they are not means continued treatment with insulin, in the hopes that it will beat his condition back into remission.
He also received a shave, ridding his fur of its mats; ridding him of his fur, in fact, over much of his body. This is good but, again, there is an accompanying dissatisfaction. I wish the veterinary hospital had shaved Neville more completely. There are few, if any, serious mats in the fur remaining, but they could develop there, and it would have been better to have all his hair start from zero again. However, he behaved well during the shave, which suggests that he need not be taken to a veterinary for any further clippings. The rescue group sponsoring him has someone willing to shave Neville, or any other of our cats, once the covid-19 situation diminishes.
It was a day of mixed results, therefore; mostly good, but with qualifications. The former Thin Man’s weight is not a worry, at least; it is quite adequate – but need not grow any more adequate, if you know what I mean. His food consumption certainly is not a concern.
Here he is, then, and thus he will be, for a while: a feline version of a convertible in summer. Neville is, I suspect, unimpressed.