To Tell a friend your gunner cut his nuts off.

As some of you may no Noplace and I are registered
breeders of ragdoll Cats.
We brought our first breeding cats about 3 years ago, a
male who we called Stud Muffin and a Female we called
Rossy. They were kittens and we raised them as pets. As soon as Stud Muffin found it necessary to mark his territory he was moved outside to his own little house.
We were determined to be good breeders and only sort the good bloodlines from champion parents. Sadly when we actually got into the breeding circuit we started to find out what really went on. Our biggest concern was how much inbreeding was going on and the crunch came for us when we found that the breeder who sold us our original kittens had sold us relatives. We had many deaths of kittens and have now decided to stop breeding.
So now we are faced with what cats do we keep and what cats do we find homes for. Our male, Stud Muffin is defiantly one we want to keep. Which brings me to the title of this article. He is the son of the most decorated cat in Australia. How do I tell him we are going to cut his pom poms off? . He is booked into the vet tomorrow ( Wednesday) and I still haven’t been able to break the news to him. I was in his house with him this morning and as usual he was purring , rolling around on my lap and being as cute as ever. Should I tell him or hope he just wont notice? If I were him would I want to no whats happening or just be satisfied with thinking Id just woken up from a sleep.
Id like some imput here..do I tell him and if so how?
Keywi

you could .. save them.. stuff them and give them back to him to play with? i know playing with balls appeals to most guys. look at golf, football, soccer and the like

Not sure if this would traumatise him even more, nowing where they came from in all. But your right, I no Im a big fan of playing with my balls and have often extended an invitation to others..

You see some strange things at the vets and today’s visit was no different.
It all started with me pulling into the vets car park and a 4 wheel drive backing out without looking and narrowly missing my state of the art 1980 Subaru Ute. Naturally the large 4 wheel drive was driven by an old lady who had trouble seeing over the steering wheel. Its seems to be a rule here that when you retire you have to buy a 4 wheel drive you cant handle in the hopes that you can take out some young people before you kick it.
Poor Muffin screamed blue murder all the way to the vets and once the car was parked I pulled out his carry bag from the passenger seat. The area was quite crowded and I felt a lot of eyes focused on my bag and Muffins howling seemed to get louder.
The vet had a ramp up to the front door and in front of me was about a 150-year-old man carrying a little dog which was probably the same age. He took ages to get up the ramp and I had no choice but to shuffle along behind. He gets to the door opens it and takes 2 steps in and stops. He just stands there swaying from side to side and I cant get round him with touching him….ewwe.
Having navigated my way round the old man and his dog I start to make my way to the desk. Now at every vet visit I’ve been to there always is a hip hight dog ready and willing to jam his nose up and sniff your crouch. This visit was no different and after being thoroughly sniffed I put muffin on the counter and waited for service.
The vet was quite busy as everybody was there dropping off there animals. A woman walked in carrying tiny little dog that was wearing a rather expensive doggy coat. She sat down then got up and got some dog food out of the fridge. Now the vets was busy as I said and there was that hum of noise you get from a crowded room. My hearing picked up on this woman talking to someone. I turned my head slightly so I could sort of see her and there was defiantly nobody near her. I turned my head a bit more and realized she was talking to the dog. She was showing the dog the label on the food she had just gotten from the fridge and asking it if she thought it would be ok. Ok unless I’m behind the times the last I new dogs couldn’t read. I figered she maybe trying to teach it so there is nothing going on that I would call strange…I can understand how much people love there animals. The next thing I hear is her singing to her dog. Now that’s weird, even her dog looked embarrassed.
Ok picture this Old man still standing near the door swaying, token crutch sniffer patrolling up and down and woman in the corner singing to her dog. Now add to this a woman at the counter dripping in gold jewellery holding a poodle called Blossom. She was quite loudly spoken as rich people are and made it quite plain to the whole room that she wanted no expense spared with Blossom. I looked at the dog, which was shaking like a leaf and noticed it had a tooth growing out at a right angle to all its other teeth. That little tooth was gunner cost that woman 650.00. It was about this time that she got her crouch sniffed. She was not amused.
It was funny but the old man still swaying near the door didn’t get his crouch sniffed. Then again maybe he did but the dog was able to do it from the other side of the room.
Just when I thought I was going to be served a nice looking girl with a pussy..err cat came in the surgery. The crutch sniffer was right on the ball with this one and even went in for seconds. You lucky lucky dog I thought. Oops seems I said that out loud and somebody said I beg your pardon to me.
So lets see we have the crutch sniffer, the pussy cat, the lady still singing to her dog, the old man swaying, the rich lady, Muffin crying and about 3 others with funny looking dogs.
Finery it was my turn to be served and I was able to get out of there.
Muffin has to picked up this afternoon…ill keep you posted.
Keywi