Adventures in castration
Had to take my kitten Boris to the vet this morning to have his balls cut off. Little bugger hid under the bed for about an hour and then it took three of us to get him into his cat carrier while he scratched and hissed. He fought like a trooper though, attacking the vet and weeing on a table. Treasure. At least we'll be able to keep him now that he won't be on a one cat wrecking mission. Bah! I've still not slept since Wendy because I am a big tard. I think it's not going to happen until I finally finish the Cherry Lambrini I opened on Sunday morning. Light weight. Oh and I was probably a big knobber at Spiders party, remember wrestling and spewing forth a torrent of shit from my mouth the entire time. Maybe somone should get my balls cut off too. Ah well, I'll probably behave next time x