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My next-door neighbor has given me permission to have Tweeker neutered!:bounce:
I'd invited her over to come share some plums on which I'd gotten a sweet bargain and we got to talking and I asked her if I could PLEASE take him to my vet. "Go ahead. Just between you and me. Mariah (the Little Redhaired Teenager) won't know the difference." :fistbump: NDN's tired of seeing him get beat up. He's a little tomcat (probably less than 10 lbs), and she says he keeps trying to start shit with much BIGGER neutered males. Wimsey and D'Artagnan will ignore him until he gets too annoying (according to NDN) then WHOMP. With Riktor, it's ON the minute the hackles go up and the eyes dilate. Don't mess with Riktor, he thinks he's got something to prove. That's just what she's seen with my guys. I've seen a few other cats truckin' through my yard- they haven't gotten close enough for me to tell whether they were male or female. They know they're on somebody else's turf and they hit the gas and boogie when I get close.
Anyway, I mentioned that Tweeker had come inside and made himself at home (he didn't spray anything while INSIDE, thank FSM!) but he had marked my screen door on the outside, so now I'm greeted with the smell of tomcat pee when I go outside. "Oh dear..." and at about this juncture there's a mewing at the door I don't recognize immediately. It's Abby from next door, come looking for Mom! "I didn't want to be Mom, but they made me do it! I told Ron (her husband) that I was going to give Abby away and he said 'No, don't...she's grown on me'. What are ya gonna do?" Especially when you have a self-appointed feline escort come looking for you when you leave your usual environs?
I called the Sainted Vet and left a message (it was after hours) as soon as she left. She said she'd have money for the clinic in September and Abby will be attending that...if I have anything to say about it. Apparently, I do!
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