Because they are getting snip-snipped as we speak.
And say a little prayer for me, because I have a feeling that something of mine is going to get destroyed as soon as they come home.
More pics of the little guys here, if for some reason you’re bored and want to look at cat pictures (this is a feminist blog, so I suppose it’s not outside the realm of possibility).
I don’t know if this is at all common with boy-cats, but when my lady-cats got fixed, the first thing they did the next morning was to pee on my bed. Just a warning.
(Of course, I’m told boys recover much more quickly, and they might not have to have the after-care mine did–they were on paper litter for a while to prevent infection, and were also crated overnight. Plus poor Moneypenny had bandages on her paws from extra nails that had to be removed [my cats are Not declawed; she had weird "hidden" nails], so I tend to give them the benefit of the doubt. I might pee on somebody’s bed myself after an ordeal like that.)
My boy just slept all afternoon after his operation. The drugs really knocked him right out.
However he was NOT happy with my choice in post-operative litter. He prefers clay which of course you can’t use after surgery. I used the recycled newspaper stuff. He was not happy, and kept looking for the “correct” litter box before grumpily accepting the new litter.
Make sure you get photos or video of them staggering drunkenly around, so that you can laugh cruelly at them in the future.
I’ve had two cats neutered, and in both cases, there was no out-of-the-ordinary destruction afterwards. Mikey was groggy after it, but otherwise fine. Oscar I adopted the day after he had been neutered. His problem was that he wouldn’t let me pill him. I picked him up and must have done it the wrong way, because he freaked out and bit me; not that I blame him for it!
I’m sure they’ll reciprocate with 15-18 years of shedding.
Good cat parenting! Our foster cats used to always come home from getting spayed/neutered all groggy and off balance. However, the last few kittens I’ve brought home from surgery have come out of their carriers like little tornedos. I think it’s fairly common nowadays for the vet to give them a little something to help them come out of the anesthesia. Kitty speed. They will either be sleepy or crazy. Either way, have a fun night and spoil them rotten!
The guys usually have it pretty easy, they’ll be a little groggy and glad to be home. Of course if they are normally destructive like my little one is, expect a quick return to previous behaviour.
Word back from the vet is that all went well, and that they were very sweet. I still feel kitty-mommy-guilt because I’m sure this whole process didn’t feel good… they’re the most ridiculously friendly and sweet cats, and I feel extra-bad, like I violated their trust or something.
But at least they won’t be getting the neighbor girl pregnant.
My cats (male) bounced back from surgery so fast that I was led to the conclusion that human males must be liars and big babies about how sensitive their whole “groin-al” area is. Either that or humans should start going to the vet’s for vasectomies because neuturing did not phase any of my cats one bit.
Neutering isn’t the only reason for cats to be pissed off at their human guardians.
A Seattle-area based friend’s cat who chewed up his absentee just as he was voting for Barack Obama this past election is still biting, scratching, and otherwise acting sore toward him. As I told him before……his cat must have been a paid operative of the McCain-Palin campaign. ;)
One thing you can do to make sure they don’t get angry is sit with them. Put your laptop on the couch, or put on a movie, or whatever you can do. If they feel you’re emotionally supporting them, they’ll be grateful.
Of course, if you make a habit of it, they’ll turn into what my monsters have. Greedy bastards who run around banging cabinets when I’m too busy working to cuddle kitties.
Give them a cuddle and a sardine from me.
Innit that nice? Yet another blogger assuming everyone who reads it is Christian. Blergh. Some of us do not pray and find it offensive that you assume we do.
Oh for fuck’s sake. And we have confirmation: There is absolutely no post that can be written on Feministe that will not result in someone acting like a jackass for no good reason.
WTF does prayer have to do with being Christian?
I’m saying a prayer and sacrificing a white bull to Jupiter Optimus Maximus, and I’m offended by Crackerjack’s assumption that Jill assumed that I’m a Christian.
I’m saying a prayer to Great Yog-Sothoth, He Who Watches from the Outer Darkness, and I’m offended that — IA! IA! RK’LETH IABLABOTH N’KTUNGAHN FTAAA! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!
That’s ridiculous. Who would worship a conglomeration of glowing bubbles? It’s just silly.
Okay, I’m not the only one who takes excessive cat photos of my two “girls”.
Our last boy cat to get snipped looked slightly aggravated afterwards; I think that was because he had a fairly impressive pair beforehand, and he looked kind of pitiful behind, post-neuter. The girl-kitten was supposed to stay quiet for a week, so we took away the ladder to my son’s upper bunk, where she liked to sleep. The next day, she jumped up there without the ladder, and we put the ladder back. Neither attempted revenge of any sort for the loss of their bits.
I just had my boys snipped Tuesday of last week. I’d been putting it off for a while, but on New Year’s Eve Carlin (tiger-striped) decided that his brother Syd (black) was a suitable target for his, ahem, amourous attention. He acted upon his decision in front of a friend who was meeting them for the first time and heading to a party with me. “Embarrassment” ain’t even close, but it was the sign I’d been waiting for, I guess!
They were chock full o’ piss and vinegar as soon as I let them out of the carrying cage at home, only a few hours after the surgery, so I’d have to agree that they get a little something to take the edge off the anesthetic.
I agree, good kitty parenting!
My girls and boy were fixed a long time ago and they seemed to come out of it just fine. Then again, our vet and the techs have a penchant for spoiling their patients during aftercare, and we of course spoiled them further when they came home. I remember our boy hiding under my parents’ bed for a few hours, but the girls were pretty much taken to the upstairs bedrooms and made comfortable with soft food and water, while one of the litter-boxes was put in the bathroom so they didn’t have to go far.
Despite the snipping, our boy cat still seems to think of himself as a Don Juan and made moves on not just the girls, but proceeded to hump anything around the house. He’s better about this now and only puts the moves on our one girl (the other passed away earlier this year) and the occasional hand that rubs his belly.