Posted by Spixie | Posted in A Cat`s Life | Posted on 01-03-2009
Tags: cold janky mess, hot janky mess, snow
It’s rain on steroids, I tell you. A million little cat toys, falling from the sky, and I am stuck inside.
Actually, the Big Guy opened the garage door while he, the Girl With Catpan Duty and the Girl Who Feeds Me (Occasionally) played with piles of cat toys. I opted to stay inside because, honestly, it looked like a hot, janky mess out there.
Is there such thing as a “cold janky mess,” ’cause it was a bit nippy out there.
I am just a couple of days away from my major surgery. I really have no idea what to expect. The Big Guy says that he is taking me to get “fixed.” I didn’t know that I was broken.
The Girl With Catpan Duty concerned me a bit with a comment that I overheard yesterday: “If they cut it off, will he still be able to pee?”
I don’t know what’s getting cut off… if anything… but I better be able to do everything afterward that I can do now. Otherwise, I will not be happy.
