He’s had his op. A bad tooth has been removed. He came home this afternoon and has been very quiet but loving. I think he must have been in pain because when I used to stroke his face he sometimes flinched away. Now he’s pushing his cheek onto my hand. He’s better but sleepy. Lying on the stairs (as I type he’s just come to see me). The only thing is he’s got to stay in for two days, he’s already tried a couple of escape attempts! The vets say he’s well cares for (and fat!). No hard food anymore, the life as an abandoned cat was not good to his teeth. He must have fed on scraps before we took him in all those years ago. He’s twice the size now. Bless hom