hands. . .
Most people have no freaking clue what I'm talking about when I say that.
If you do know, you are awesome.
If you don't, it's from the movie 'Dave' - specifically the scene that takes place at the homeless shelter that Sigourney Weaver and Kevin Kline visit. The coordinator is on the floor with the kids, showing them standardized pictures of 'Joe' missing body parts and they all chant together 'Oh, no! Poor Joe. He has no. . .' and then the kids fill in the blanks, based on what is missing from the picture. In the movie, it's hands first, then eyes. Sigourney Weaver narrates about why they do this and Kevin Kline goes over to do a magic trick for a kid who is playing by himself.
Anyway, that runs through my head now and again.
And a bastardized version will be true by this time tomorrow - "Oh no, poor Barney. He has no balls."
That's right folks, it is time for the big snip. I'm a firm believer in spaying and neutering your pets, for their health and to control pet populations (even in the event of them being indoor only and they'd never get loose ever, because they might). It's the right thing to do.
I had no hesitation with Jonah or previous pets, but damned if I don't feel a teeny bit bad for my kitten right now. Although, given his growth spurt, kitten isn't quite accurate for more than age. He's a big kitty now, and soon to be a ball-less kitty. We're taking part in the Humane Society's free neuter and discount vaccination program. He'll be denied food and water tonight, shoved in a box tomorrow, left with strangers, drugged, have his bits removed, shoved back in a box and then go home, where he will continue to be denied food until the next morning.
Sniffle. Poor kitty.
I was about to say think of him and his balls tomorrow, but really, I can't type that with a straight face, so, er, no.
Just cross fingers he'll be ok, as I'm sure he will. And that they won't accidentally switch him with a cat who thinks furniture is for claw-sharpening. Barnabas has his faults, but he's a keeper overall.