They’re fixed now and a little punchy and clumsy. Smudge apparently inhaled a bit of soup from dinner–his breathing is a little rattly. His surgery was a little more like Greykin-Gipper’s in that they had to go in to find his testicles. He has a belly incision like the girls. I think all their claws were trimmed, contributing to their slipping more on the sharp turns. They seem to be feeling no pain. They get a timed-release painkiller at the vet’s so I don’t need to administer anything.