Vet

Today Rorschach is going to the vet to get fixed. Right now he's in his carrier, spitting and hissing and meowing and clawing. I feel really bad because I know he's hungry (No food after 9 pm last night) and I know he doesn't do well in confinement. But I had to put him in there while The Boy was still here, because there's no way I could have wrestled a hissing and fighting 12 pound cat into a pet taxi alone.

So I feel really really bad that he's in there. And I feel really bad that he's hungry. And I know he's not going to be excited about the surgery.

Not only that, but I was reading the waiver form and there's a crap ton of things that can go wrong. And because it's a low cost service to the public, they don't do things like a blood test beforehand, or continued heart monitoring during the procedure.

I'm probably worrying over nothing. It's a really routine procedure, and I'm sure MADACC does hundreds.

The Boy just came back and looked at the carrier and said "Do you HAVE to get him snipped?"

Now I feel even worse because in truth, no, I don't want to have him fixed. His personality will change, and I love him the way he is.

But he might start spraying or urinating to mark territory, and he'll be super interested in getting out again. Plus, and this is a bad reason, but it's already paid for.

Sigh, he's meowing and looks so sad.