This is Schwayze. He's such a good boy. His fur is as soft as the softest bunny rabbit you ever touched. He's the cat that likes to sleep on top of my head but I don't mind because he's so dang sweet. I think he thinks I'm his mama.
Schwayze is about a year old now and he's starting to display some traits of a testosterone filled teenager. He's started spraying his awful smelling scent stuff everywhere. I can handle it if it's outside, but he's progressed to doing it in the house and that's just not acceptable. So today I took him to a place called "Cat Snip" and they're going to neuter him.
Sorry Schwayze but it's for your own good. I know they're not really going to use a pair of scissors on him. It was just a graphic to keep your interest up. Did it work?
The good thing is that they'll dope him up so much, he won't care. I wish I got off of work earlier because I'd like to see him all drugged up. Drugged animals are funny. I hope he isn't mad at us for getting him fixed but I figured that was better than having to clean up cat-stink all the time. Plus, hopefully he'll be more of a lover and not a fighter.
I know I'm doing the right thing but I still feel sort of bad for him. Just like it is with kids, I'll probably worry all day long and when I pick him up, he'll feel fine and be just like he always is. I will have worried and gnashed my teeth and pulled my hair out for nothing. It's the way I am. I'm a worrier. Oh well, I'll go think about my pansy boy now. Yall have a nice day.