Frances, our feline, has breath that could fell a horse, and it’s only getting worse with time. So, on Sunday, I decided to try a little experiment. Applied a small–and I mean small–dab of toothpaste to a tip of my finger, and started to rub her teeth with the paste.
After struggling and digging her claws into my hands, she ran off, trying to get away from the taste in her mouth. We glanced over at her, realising that she was slobbering like a mastif or a dogue.
It was both horrifying and hilarious. She wasn’t amused.