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Edited on Fri Mar-05-04 09:32 AM by Jack Rabbit
EDITED for typing
Yesterday, my son, who is grown, took his one-year-old cat, Iko, in to get spayed.
It seemed that it was time to get Iko spayed. This charming black kitty was rescued by some friends of my son's from an abandoned litter. She was given to my son she she was about three months old when his friends prepared to move to an apartment that doesn't allow pets.
We can tell that she never knew her mother very well. She doesn't respond to certain stimuli that many cats do, like a purring sound. Nevertheless, she is a playful and affectionate kitty. As of late, she has been a bit mischievous, too. She had taken to spraying outside her litter box and knocking things over. We thought it was early signs of heat and that she would be more manageable once she was spayed.
My son, accompanied by my SO, took her to the veterinary school at the local university, which has a fine reputation. There, Iko was given a thorough inspection. The student who inspected him said she wanted to check one last thing. She checked that one last thing and found a thing! It seems that Iko's testicles only now were starting to drop.
Instead of being spayed, Iko was clipped.
Now we call the cat Ike. Yes, it's a funny name for a cat in a house full of Democrats, but we love her him all the same.
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