Silly stuff happens to me all the time, but rarely is it something so well-timed as to be freaky.
I had just (JUST!) finished reading a Facebook status updated posted by Jeanie, one of Jethro’s littermates, that said, “All my molars fell out and new ones are already poking through, my human is trying to help but I am just too crabby to notice. I will try some tummy rubs and ice again tomorrow but today, it’s just not working.“
I had literally (and I know how to use that word properly) just finished reading that, when I heard a click, like something very small had dropped onto the wood floor near the chair where I was sitting. I looked down, near where Jethro lay. He was also looking at what had made the sound.
IT WAS ONE OF HIS TEETH.
I am not making this up.
It does help to explain why he was extra cranky and complainy last night.
Heh, neutering leads to losing baby teeth. Who knew?