Half the Man He Used to be...Well, after many months of deliberation on our parts, we finally dropped Smokey off at Catsnip Monday morning at 7:30 am. For the incredibly low price of $65.00, Smokey received his distemper and rabies vaccines (included was the free city registration tag!) and has now joined the ranks of animals that "never had it and never will." Smokey got his nuts lopped off, with a little extra surgery for a non-decended testicle. (and who said orchiechtomies were fun???)
When I picked Smokey up at 4:30 pm , I expected him to be completely out of it. As it was, upon getting him into the house, I opened his carrier up to give him a chance to re-acclimate himself, and pretty much left him alone. There's some trauma associated there for the cat, so I just let him do his own thing so as to not attack anyone in the house during an anaesthesia flashback. Smokey appeared in the kitchen looking like death warmed over and wobbling about ten minutes later. Cats on dope are so sad...Smokey was no exception. I laid down some food and water, and sat down on the kitchen floor to give him some love...poor baby just meowed pathetically, rubbed up against my leg, and finally ate and drank a little bit.
Fifteen minutes later, I'm putting the baby gate up on the front door to step outside for a cigarette, and Smokey goes hurtling over the gate to get outside and look around. I'm pretty impressed with this secretly...the last thing I was to do after surgery is "anything" at all, and here's our cat sprawling over a gate. Gutsy animal. We now believe that Smokey has free reign to do whatever it is he wants to do now that he's been fixed. I don't have to worry about my neighbor pounding on the door screaming at me to pay for half of the litter of kittens her cat's having because my cat knocked her up!
So now Smokey has gained a little more freedom, a lot more respect, (hey, we've got to give the cat his props for taking this "like a man") and he now walks around with a new sense of purpose...what that may be we have no idea. All I have to say is this, "Smokey, lift that leg all you want.....nothing's going to happen that I can't handle now!
Smokey, for you a moment of silence to remember your dear departed testicles...Thank Christ that's over!