Neutered

On Friday Tom and Ruby went to the vet to be sterilised. I felt so sorry for them because it must have been the most upsetting thing that has happened to them in their short and usually carefree lives. However it is an important part of their journey to being allowed to go outside, which I'm sure they will love, probably in mid April when we come back from our holiday.

I dropped them off on the way to work and collected them on my way home. Although James was keen for them to be neutered he wanted nothing to do with organising the deed itself, and winced visibly at the very thought of Tom saying goodbye to his bollocks. Tom was quite lively and cheery when he got home but Ruby (whose op was of course more invasive) was so sleepy that I had to lift her gently out of the cat carrier. She has to wear a plastic cone around her neck for a few days so that she doesn't chew her stitches; at first she was very confused and walked slowly backwards around the room, probably hoping that it would fall off. She has got used to it now and can eat and drink with it on, but she is still very subdued compared to normal, and is spending a lot of time sleeping on Davie's bed. Tom on the other hand is full of beans and seems to be fully recovered. I'm glad to say that his rugged, masculine personality remains unchanged.