It is probably the height of self-indulgence to post a close-up of my cat's infected, rotten teeth, but oh my sweet, sweet Christ, they're horrible!
I didn't realize just how bad these nasty things were making him feel until he got home today. Although groggy and pupil-blown and bow-legged from the anesthesia, he's peppier and more affectionate than he has been in months. Maybe it's just the drugs, but I don't think so.
It took us a while to pick up on his malaise and get the surgery scheduled, and maybe we should have known sooner considering he's had this done before. But he's scampering around like he's five years younger and still has a whole six teeth left with which to gnaw kibble and mice, so he's good for now.