fret, fret
LittleGuy is at the vet, having his broken fang removed. They'll clean the teeth he has left while they're at it
I am far more stressed about this than the situation calls for. Probably it's just free-floating anxiety that's found somewhere to land, combined with the trauma of not being able to feed him this morning (and believe me, for him, that's traumatic). Nonetheless, I will be very relieved indeed once he's back home, safe and mostly sound.
The other two seemed rather distressed when I came home without him -- especially Cat3, oddly enough. I think she's trying to adopt him as her brother, too.