I must say, as a man, it was difficult to do.
8pm the night before: Party of the year. I took him to all the pussy cat clubs in town. He will remember that night for the rest of his life.
8:30am, Friday: I park just far away from the Vet's clinic so that the staff cannot see me in my car. I open the door to my Enzo...Well, let me explain that, the door is connected to the carrier and Enzo is my cat. I drive a 1998 Ford Contour (I hope somebody gets this joke).
"Man, this is going to suck, buddy. It wasn't my fault....(pause). The people at the catsite recommended this." I then stroke my Enzo as he lets out a V12 roar.
I take my buddy in my hand, knowing his life will soon change.
We enter the vet's office. I say a "Good morning" to the receptionist and mention my appointment time and name. She smirks at us in a most taunting fashion, "Ohhhh, you're here for the balls removal operation."
Enzo's eyes dilate at her remark and became violently fidgety. He torqued his body in a most amazing way, much as a muscle car would resulting in an axle snap. I gather my thoughts to find my Enzo, jumping in my Ferrari Enzo and peeling out of the parking lot onto 4th Street.
All silliness aside, the kitty is doing great. He's woozy and disoriented, as I picked him up a couple hours ago. He's forced my Friday night to become a Lazyboy chair for him. My legs are throbbing and numb as I type this with one hand while he sleeps in my lap.
The things we do for our kitties.
Oh yes, since I relocated to a smaller city in TX for grad. school (Lubbock for those of you who know it....yes, Bobby Knight), I was unable to find any shelters/clinics that would give me a good deal on the neutering. Thus, this thing cost me quite a bit, like 8 imported 6-pack beers, expensive!!!
Oh well, hope you enjoyed the story, and I hope this guy becomes a bit less drowsy, as I need to study this weekend.
8pm the night before: Party of the year. I took him to all the pussy cat clubs in town. He will remember that night for the rest of his life.
8:30am, Friday: I park just far away from the Vet's clinic so that the staff cannot see me in my car. I open the door to my Enzo...Well, let me explain that, the door is connected to the carrier and Enzo is my cat. I drive a 1998 Ford Contour (I hope somebody gets this joke).
"Man, this is going to suck, buddy. It wasn't my fault....(pause). The people at the catsite recommended this." I then stroke my Enzo as he lets out a V12 roar.
I take my buddy in my hand, knowing his life will soon change.
We enter the vet's office. I say a "Good morning" to the receptionist and mention my appointment time and name. She smirks at us in a most taunting fashion, "Ohhhh, you're here for the balls removal operation."
Enzo's eyes dilate at her remark and became violently fidgety. He torqued his body in a most amazing way, much as a muscle car would resulting in an axle snap. I gather my thoughts to find my Enzo, jumping in my Ferrari Enzo and peeling out of the parking lot onto 4th Street.
All silliness aside, the kitty is doing great. He's woozy and disoriented, as I picked him up a couple hours ago. He's forced my Friday night to become a Lazyboy chair for him. My legs are throbbing and numb as I type this with one hand while he sleeps in my lap.
The things we do for our kitties.
Oh yes, since I relocated to a smaller city in TX for grad. school (Lubbock for those of you who know it....yes, Bobby Knight), I was unable to find any shelters/clinics that would give me a good deal on the neutering. Thus, this thing cost me quite a bit, like 8 imported 6-pack beers, expensive!!!
Oh well, hope you enjoyed the story, and I hope this guy becomes a bit less drowsy, as I need to study this weekend.