The past few weeks have been particularly stressful: trying to make sure my business launch is ready, starting a new position at work, my readathon, and realizing my emotional support animal might be sick.
Sometimes being at home I still need to use my social work skills, advocacy, professional writing, and remaining calm during a potential crisis. My crisis came when poor Severus stopped eating his breakfast and I saw what looked like plaque on his teeth. After many dental chews some tooth brushing later I realized this job was for a professional. I had to transfer vet records and advocate for an appointment. My vet has been surprisingly full as of late. A panicked cat who hates car rides, panting, panicking, and upsetting mewing, and one socially distanced vet visit later. All to find out my cat is superbly healthy, has a mole on his head, and he is a picky eater. Those marks on his teeth are just his gums.