Friday, November 7, 2008
All I have to say is he's really furry and black and I could never get very close to him anyway. That's my excuse for thinking that Mae was a girl. Mae ain't Mae. Come to find out, Mae's a Moe. This we discovered a few hours ago when we picked her up from the vet and discovered that she was a he. Whatever, because he's neutered and that's all I care about. Tuesday we have Lenny and Ernest chopped and then Thursday Agnes, Hootie and Tango. So by this time next week they'll all be done. Don't ask me how I'm gonna handle all this. Convalescing kitties every where. Sore little nether regions and pitiful me-yowls. Part of me feels very productive and useful. The other part wants to run away to the desert and live in a hut.
Posted by Janet Scronce at 9:27 PM