Snip, snip, snip...

This afternoon as some of you may have seen from Kim`s status on Facebook we took our three ginger cats to the vet for the dreaded snip.We face a choice here of doing something about it or being overwhelmed with kittens.  Every house or farm here has cats and we have always sterilised our queens to avoid the Ark changing from overloaded to capsized!  It is usually not worth doing just the toms, as others will move into the power vacuum.
  Our cats at La mort Limouzin have always been very small,  perhaps a survival trait where food used to be scarce. Our three little ginger Toms are very small in size but from the rear there is no doubt of their sex. It`s as if their appurtenances were the only part to be of normal size! The result is that when they pursue the few receptive queens they get beaten up by bigger cats. The resulting frustration is expressed by loud howls and a tendency to mark territory, even in the house. We decided that we would have to bite the bullet and have them snipped.
  We had to keep them in and not feed then from last night till their appointment at three thirty today, a further heartbreak as they love their food. Finally we loaded them into two cat boxes and made the fatal journey.
 Our vet is lovely and a good friend. I chickened out of witnessing the proceedings, well someone has to do the shopping, but Kim bravely assisted (as an ex nurse she`s used to it, though I don`t suppose it`s an op often performed on the National Health, come to think of it! ) We took the cats home very comatose but well-wishers will be glad to know they are now quite chirpy and not holding our perfidy against us. Cats are much more forgiving than humans!