I brought Boo in to be spayed today. The vet called and here is our conversation.
Vet: “Mrs. Bickers?”
Me: “Yes?”
Vet: “Just wanted to call and tell you that all is going ok with Boo.”
Me: “Ok.” but sounding worried… if it weren’t over, why are they calling me? Ponder
Vet: “We have encountered an interesting situation. As we were doing the anethsia preparation for the spay…”
Me in thought: what in the world could they possibly find? A major hairball?
Vet: “… we found that we aren’t going to be able to spay…”
Me in thought: hunh?!?!?!?! I don’t want more kittens!!
Vet: “… because Boo is actually a boy. So we are going to have to neuter him.”
Oh My Goodness! My girl cat is a boy cat!
I could NOT contain my laughter at that point. She went on to ask me if anyone had checked, to which I responded the VET told us it was a girl… and the cat’s been to the vet every 3 weeks since October for vaccines, etc. etc. and NO ONE has bothered to re-check.
So, I have a boy cat … and mind you, this explains A LOT!!!!!!