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.