Despite what Twinkie says, I'm ok. I went to the country vet and had some toofs pulled. Gamma saved them in a little jar so I can show them off.
The accomodations here are tight, but luxurious... good thing my butt isn't as fat as Twinkie! *snort snort snort* I said butt...
I'm not complaining, however. Soft food every few hours. Massages. Yucky tasting but wonderfully mind altering stuff squirted in my mouth. The mousies are always WAY more fun after that.
Life is pretty good.
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