Cats don’t have owners. Cats have staff. We have been our
cat’s staff for fourteen weeks now, and it’s been quite a learning experience. Toodles
(we tried to call her Toulouse, but somehow it didn’t stick) should have been
spayed right away. But we kept thinking her distraught owners must be out there
somewhere, and eventually they’d come claim her. By the time we realized no one
was looking for this delightful pet, she was already in heat. And suddenly she
wasn’t delightful any more. If you’ve never lived with a cat in heat, be
grateful. It’s truly unpleasant. We put an end to the unpleasantness a week ago
today, and Toodles is now ours (or we are hers). She has a cone of shame to
keep her from bothering her stitches as she heals, and a microchip to keep her
from ever becoming a lost pet again.
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