Drince, two years ago we went on a cruise and my sister watched our animals for us. I called home one day to see how everything was going and she said "Fine, but Sam's being weird". I asked her to define weird, and she said that he kept going into Tori's bathroom and meowing mournfully- nothing seemed to pacify him, and so she thought maybe he was just missing his Girl. I laughed and told her what he really wanted- to be flossed- and after a moment of silence she said "There is
no way I am flossing that cat!" I told her not to worry about it, that he could wait until we got home. Later, when I phoned again, she told me she had broken down and flossed him and that he was back to being a happy boy. Needless to say, he's got great teeth.
