Biggs disappeared sometime around the New Year. He had an infected cut behind his ear. Xy treated it with peroxide, but we fear the worst.
Shortly thereafter a new cat started hanging around. We call her the Crybaby because she cried a lot at first. But soon she joined our household and seemed to fit right in with the other cats. She’s a small gray tabby, very attractive and very well-behaved.
She was probably somebody’s pet but we have yet to track down an owner. She’s already caught at least one mouse, so I’m happy to have her.
Xy was convinced the Crybaby was pregnant. I thought she was just fat. We took her to the vet yesterday. They confirmed that she was less than two years old and, indeed, pregnant. There’s babies having babies up in here!
Well, not actually. It seems that if we have her spayed, the vet will abort the litter for just a few bucks extra. I’ll admit I was horrified by this prospect. What are the ethics of animal abortion? But Xy thought it was the right thing to do, and she made an executive decision. They performed the surgery yesterday. I’m supposed to pick her up this afternoon.
We’re also getting Milo fixed. He’s only seven months old, but he could be the father.