Last Monday I brought my cat to the vet clinic for castration. Yeah cruel, sad and stuff. But I think it would be best for all of us (my cat included) if he is castrated. The animal was meowing in his cage. He looked scared and stressed, but I held strong. I handed the cage over to the nice lady who told me I could pick him up after noon.
I left trying to mind my own business and not think of how unhappy my cat was over there. I felt sorry for him, but at the same time I felt I was doing a very good job caring for my animal. I also ordered them to take care of his ears and to cut his nails. I felt quite content. One hour later the clinic called.
“You brought your cat for castration this morning.”
“Yes, I did.”
“Well, we cannot castrate him, because he has no testicles.”
I guess I still need to learn some things about cats.
Devendra Banhart - Santa Maria de la Feira