So here’s the deal—I was joking with a buddy that my cat could kill a man with her morning breath, and he dared me to do something about it. That led me to cat teeth cleaning. Since I’m in Canada, the process was straightforward. Didn’t expect much, but holy hell, my cat actually crunches food now instead of spitting it out like before. Plus, I don’t get death-breath in my face when she decides my chest is her throne at night. Win-win, even if she still claws me awake.