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Took Mage to the vet this morning, because it seemed to us that he was losing a bit of weight, and when I put down their kibble dish he would just toy with a few pieces then come beg for people food. And we figured it was him being all glutton-whorish again, that he'd gotten spoiled by eating Fizzgig's kitten chow, and I wanted to get some of the magic appetite stimulant so he would eat his own food properly.

Imagine my shock, awe, and huge volumes of shame when the vet pointed out that he is probably having trouble with kibble because MOST OF HIS TEETH ARE GONE.

Now, admittedly, a cat's molars just look like ridges of bone. I don't take much note of them under any circumstances, and even on the rare occasions I've had cause to look at them they always look sort of weird and not-right to me, so even if I'd been giving him regular inspections I wonder if I'd actually have perceived the problem. But! Gah. Feel horribly, utterly, completely sucky.

He is fine and healthy otherwise. The vet postulated that maybe he had a brief gum infection or something that loosened the teeth, but the gums seem perfectly normal at this time. This just means that Mr. Mage gets what he always wanted: a wet-food diet. And we are both feeling sufficiently guilty about our Ultimate Fail that we're more than happy to give it to him.