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.

Catblogging is for douchebags

Which explains why I've become so fond of it.

Whatever. I've been asked for Grady updates, and today is World Animal Day, so there.

This is Grady at seven weeks old, shortly after he came home...


And this is Grady at four-and-a-half months old...


He's gained about a pound in the three weeks or so since the second photo was taken. He's totally yooge.

Not quite yooge enough, however. The other night, my little boy suddenly decided it was time to become a man, and rushed the big kitty with the clear intent of mounting her. He jumped on her back, grabbed ahold of her scruff with his teeth...and realized too late that his legs weren't quite long enough to reach the floor from atop her. He clung on for a few desperate moments, legs dangling in the air, weiner nowhere near the magic, until the big kitty rolled her eyes and shrugged him off onto the floor with a tiny, effortless twitch of her shoulder.

He looked kinda like this afterwards...

It was, like, a precious family moment, or something.

Thank jeebus yet again that I don't have human kids.