Here’s a half-yawn from Fister (or is he just grinning?!):


Here’s the real thing:


… and just one more time to make sure:


Notice his lack of a decent set of teeth. When we enticed him up, he had a broken top right tooth. It must have happened when he was a little kitten. The two lower teeth were removed after he’d had a fight with another cat in the yard, and his gums got inflamed. He had always had bad breath, but we weren’t aware of how bad it was. By the time we got him to the vet, (that was always a terrific drama!) they were very loose, and couldn’t be saved. But he manages fine with 1 1/2 of them!