I grabbed him right after I put out fresh food--mean but effective--and shagged into the Utility Room, closing the door behind me. He let loose with a minor league pee and Fred came running when he heard Muff wailing. Game on. His part was to hold Muff while I performed the "toothectomy". I grabbed the tooth with the pliers and it practically fell out. The pliers may have been over kill but I didn't have a hemostat and they sure did the trick. He's now hiding under the bed because Sis bit a hunk out of his fur when we opened the Utility Room door, and he shot out.
He's coming down the hall now, talking....he says we're friends. Animals are sooo much nicer than people.
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