Cats and Dental Adventures

Remember that little plug I gave Santa Rosa gardens last week when cabin fever was causing a slight psychotic break?

Good, because today's post is along those same lines...but with teeth.

So two days ago I was up on the ladder, changing out the light bulbs that burn out like jet fuel around here, when I had a small incident.

Junior the cat loves ladders. When I'm changing out the light bulbs, she enjoys climbing to the very top of the ladder and batting at the pull chain on the ceiling fan. It's the feline version of racquetball, I think, and she's quite the champion.

But it's distracting. And those ceilings are pretty high.

I distinctly remember doing a Junior scan before getting on the ladder and she was nowhere in sight. What I didn't realize is that she was lurking on other side of the ladder, halfway up those rungs you aren't supposed to climb on. Just as my head cleared the top of the ladder, so did hers. For a heartbeat we were eye to whiskers and then she was gone. She had leapt from the top rung on the other side that's too far to reach. She scrabbled about for an instant, trying to get a paw-hold, and then she slid right off.

Because I'm pretty sure Junior is in a delicate condition at the moment, I made a wild grab in the dark to catch her before she hit the floor. Happily, I didn't miss. Unhappily, I chipped a tooth on the ladder in the process.

Now, the kids have a dentist, but he's just that -- a kid's dentist. I, myself, haven't been to the dentist in awhile. I had no idea who to call, so I did what any good freelancer would do. I turned to the Internet.

I typed in "find a dentist", and the rest is history. Within seconds, I found eight possibilities, all within just a few miles of The House.

To make a long story short, I called, I went, they fixed my tooth the same day. It was the most painless end ever to a less-than-stellar DIY story.

Yay!

Junior, however, is in the dog house. She really hates it too, can you tell?