The pain has gone and sleep is sound as the alarm plays it's melody, test the sore area with the tongue and discover that all is not well. The slightest pressure is painful, closing the jaw suddenly is not a good idea.
The cat is well again too, except that she has stolen a fatty bit of German "leberwurst" the night before. She takes one look at her just arisen purveyor of cat food and starts to make those gulping noises that cats do when they are about to vomit. Hurry over with a sheet of paper wipe and place it under her chin.
The obliging animal vomits into the paper, making the whole sad affair so much easier to clean up.
But that is all not unhealthy, her coughing and spluttering has gone, and she is active and eating, getting involved in gluttony again.
Make a cup of coffee, and feel the slow onslaught of the days torpid depression, the things that only an external kick will allow to dissipate.
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