The Big Snip
Grady was neutered last Friday. He's six months old now, and it was time to get it done before he started spraying my apartment with godawful this-is-my-territory piss.
He's fine, and was back to indiscriminate destruction and nearly intolerable cuteness by Sunday afternoon.
But his empty, shaven little ballsack...it looks like a baby gerbil.
Not pretty.
He's fine, and was back to indiscriminate destruction and nearly intolerable cuteness by Sunday afternoon.
But his empty, shaven little ballsack...it looks like a baby gerbil.
Not pretty.
posted by Helen the Felon at 1:14 PM
8 Comments:
Now that he lacks balls, he fits in with most of the men in my romantic past.
Poor boy. He doesn't realize it but you've done him a favor. I know that those things have constantly got me in trouble. And I don't even pee in the corners. Okay, not all the time.
Grady may not think so, but a little discomfort and wee shaven scrotum is a small price to pay for avoiding potential spraying - there's just nothing on the planet quite like cat pee, is there!
Only you could making having your cat fixed funny.
Has the indifference passed? What a treat to read two posts. I have never had a male cat, probably for the very reason that I would feel bad for having him "fixed". It's a double standard, I know, but with female critters, it seems less traumatic (at least visually).
I am seeing Cloud Cult at Schuba's in January! Small venue (200 at most), I will be thinking of you as I enjoy the evening...
Does that reflect all shaved balls? I hate to think my sack looks like a gerbil in any way.
ugh.
About that interlude...
Congrats, Grady - it's good for you! Builds character.
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