Is there life after castration?

Still, especially far from the capital, they come up at exhibitions and ask: "Do you have kittens? And when I answer that the cat has been neutered, the reaction is most often disappointment, but there is also a real "righteous anger": how, you have spoiled the cat! Deprived of his most precious! To which I, in turn, reply that the most precious thing is life, and I can only be proud of the fact that I provided the cat with a calm, healthy and long life.

My older cat was a watering machine. Without exaggeration. Our happiness lay in the fact that he did not spray on the walls with imperceptible droplets, but poured a full-fledged smelly puddle, which in good time could be noticed, wiped and etched with bleach. After that, there was a smell of ammonia in the house — such is applied chemistry.

Of the most high-profile feats, I can mention pouring my drawings right before viewing, my mother's closet (from above) when she was on temporary residence and virtuoso pushing, let's not say what into a tightly closed box. There was a hole 5 by 5 millimeters on top, where the cat was marked for a long time. Everything looked decent from the outside - until the box was needed…

And all just because it was my secret dream to continue the family of my beautiful cat. Not that I was striving for this with all my might — cats at home were not part of my plans. But one day the opportunity presented itself.

I don't remember the name of our bride anymore. It looked like a Russian blue. And so, after preliminary negotiations, my colleague and I and my cat went to her.

The lady was not given a "Contrasex" for this occasion, but she was clearly in no hurry to rejoice at the guest. The cat, despite the fact that he was in an unfamiliar place for the first time, showed himself to be a knight without fear and reproach: he exclaimed, pushed his chest and tried to invite a lady to dance. She simply shot back.

Much later I found out that taking a cat to mating is a dead number in 90% of cases: a cat in someone else's house falls into a stupor and hides in a corner. So we were just lucky.

It was getting late, and I was already going home. Despite the protests of visiting relatives, the cat was left with the bride - let them negotiate.

The next morning, with the first tram, the cat was returned to me. The relatives decided that they would not tolerate debauchery in the house. But a colleague assured me that "they did it once." And we waited.

Now I understand how lucky we were that it didn't work out. Because much later, when I was already engaged in the construction of abandoned and inadvertently born kittens, I realized how much no one needed them… How much effort you have to put in order to give the little animal into really good hands. Thanks to the participants of the Dog and Cat project for their science and help! And then the children from the supposedly Russian blue and allegedly snowshoe would just be distributed at the subway - I didn't know any other way.

However, the bays continued, and one day I still took the cat to the clinic. It was given to me at the cost of tangible moral efforts. In addition to the consciousness that the cat is not having appendicitis cut out, but a completely functional part of the body, there was also a fear of anesthesia and a fear that after the operation my cat would not be the same. Puddles of puddles, and so he is good, kind and affectionate!

In the morning, the cat left for the "White Fang" in Mitino, and at seven o'clock in the evening I already came for him. A planned operation that does not require my participation in any way is the best thing for cowards like me. Caught a car. All the way, the sleepy cat was tearing out of the carrier with a wild howl. Arriving home, I hobbled to the tray and made a daily allowance.

At that time, the cat was already 5 years old.

Doctors said that at this age castration may not help from the marks. I helped him. The cat forgot about it right away. Since then, an almost perfect cat has been living at my house. Almost - because he steals food. But that's another song.

Yes, at one time he got very fat. 6 kilograms against four and a half norm. His youth fell on my poor student years, and since then he has taken the habit of eating everything. Even now, when there is always plenty of food, I can't afford to leave bread on the table.

But method and perseverance - which is often not enough for losing weight ladies! - they did their job. A year of diet and then strictly according to the norm. A ten-year-old cat with a figure may not be a young man — but no one gives him his age.

The second cat was not honored to be introduced to the lady, although many acquaintances looked at him. And there was something. By the year it was a luxurious creature with a thick fur coat and almost British cheeks.

By one and a half, it was an unhappy creature who spent all the time on the windowsill of the eleventh floor (fortunately, the window was covered with a grid), constantly calling and rapidly thinning. Among other things, it has become completely detached and periodically punches the older cat and the younger, but already outgrown his Trot. I realized that if this continues, I will simply lose my white dream. Besides, I'm tired of begging for a discount at exhibitions about unacceptable rules — and shamefully, indelibly yellow! - balls under the tail. It wouldn't work at all right now. Then the judges were merciful only because few people went to the domus class except us.

None of the cats turned into a "lazy it", which is most often feared by defenders of "dignity". I have both cats and cats living at home, both castrati and tribal - and both cats are feminine, and cats look like men. They are active, muscular - however, the elder allows himself to play with the mouse only in my presence. In front of the others, "holds his face." Neither has lost interest in life, and both have not the last place in the pride.

And, contrary to popular fear, none of my castrators have encountered urolithiasis.

They come up to the cage again, they are interested. "Oh, what a pity! And we also wanted this, we would have taken a kitten from you..."

I answer the visitors that only fate can send them the same. And it will definitely happen, you just need to keep your eyes open. And my beast is unique. We do not replicate.

A source: http://petcat.ru