The cats came through their snip with flying colours. I personally was most surprised that we were offered the choice of bringing their little testes home in a little tin with their names on or letting the vet ‘dispose’ of them. Difficult decision, we ummed, we aarghed but finally we opted for the latter. Doris caught them on kodak first thankfully, so we’ll never forget them.
Not sure what they thought we might do with them at home. Frame them? Pickle them? Keep them in little wooden boxes like we have with the kids’ umbilical stumps?
Apparently now we just have to keep an eye on how much the eat, no more buffet style grazing all day long, we’ve moved to military portions, two squares a day. Cat loving readers probably know all this, but I am a total cat novice, I now know more than I ever wanted to or hoped to know about cats, and according to yon vet, they have a tendency to obesity after the snip, hormone levels gone haywire, if you don’t watch things.
My good friend Noren learned this recently when he had his
mangy,alien spawn feline pet snipped, the thing is now the weight of a four year old in a first world country and we’re having to bring in Jamie Oliver to get the family back on track.
I have noticed a lot less running around and generally going beserk at 11pm, than before, don’t know if this is a permanent change or if they’re still just a bit sore, same for the cessation of fighting and attempting to rip each other to bits. Maybe if I tell, those fine, constantly fighting, young sons of mine that whipping the testes out has stopped the aggression they might get a subtle clue?