Damien is home. Until he opens his mouth, you can’t tell he’s lost half his jaw.
Well, OK,, his tongue hangs out and he drools like a monster, but he’s active, and wants *OUT* of his cage, and…
…I’ll be dammed, *HE’S EATING* – not assisted – he’s trying to eat by himself, and not doing a bad job at it.
Let me just say, I’ve had some good birthday presents – my first cat among them – but this is the best ever. If he lives out the next month, we’re going to analyze the bone he had removed, and see what it is/was growing in there.