He's fine though, just having a tooth extracted. And he'll be having a nice bath, and all of his dead fur combed out. I'm sure he doesn't think any of this is "fine", but he'll be okay. He'll just be a much smaller kitty when I take him home tonight after work.
He'll still be a 17 pound smaller kitty, but less fluffy. He's not fat, just big-boned.
In other news, I talked to my adviser and successfully negotiated my way down to just ONE additional database course, instead of the FOUR they wanted me to take. Instead I can take more programming stuff. Much more reasonable, and now this will be much closer to my education goals. Happiness!