Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Snip snip, goes the vet

It's time. Friday is the hour. OC Herman has hopefully sowed all the wild oats he ever wanted to because the wild-oat-makers are about to be lopped off. He has a hot date with Cheryl the Vet to be serviced like a car at a dealership; feline leukemia, feline aids, the ever popular rabies and then a few more abbrevations that I have forgotten what stand for.
After the tune-up, I'd like to keep Herman inside for a little bit to make sure he's ok and doesn't get into any brawls with other cats. He's been for a visit a few times and is still a little skittish. They usually last half an hour or so before Hermie insists on going outside again, but we have gradually been working on extending the time.
During those visits our other cat (iBite) goes to cat-jail in the bedrom, as he has proven to be a little bastard and anything but a gracious host.
I'm excited about getting to witness the operation and just hope that Herman isn't going to hate me for the rest of his life. Cute Boy wants nothing to do with any of it, probably fearing he'll suffer the same fate. But I wouldn't do that....

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