I feel awful. Why you ask?
Well I came home yesterday to find Albert, one of my cats, had a large lump sticking out of his gum. Thinking that he had something stuck in his teeth (which has happened before) I examined further to find that one of his canine teeth is at right angles to where it is supposed to bet.
Not that he minded, quite happy to pur away, sleep on the bed and have a good munch on crunchy catfood.
End result is that I have just taken him to the vet where he has an overnight stay to get it removed in the morning. I have left him looking pathetic in a cage, meowing away, giving me that why are you doing this to me look and I just feel so guilty.
I’m pathetic. 
One good thing is that the vet said he probally got it in a cat fight (I have a good idea who the other cat could be the un-neuterd terror of the nieghbourhood and stealer of cat food) and that the other cat is probally feeling it now.