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.
