Have you been brushing?
I frown. Why?
Well. There’s quite a bit of plaque.
I glare at him. So, he finally got to you, eh?
The vet looks at my cat just as she starts yawning.
Then back at me. I’m sorry, what?
Playing dumb, eh? Slick. All right, how much is he paying you?
What?
To spy on me. What’s he paying?
Who?
Who indeed. I chuckle. You know who.
The vet stares at me.
And I shake my head. I gotta change dentists. Guy’s got spies everywhere.