So much easier to convince them to have their girl speyed… they only need to have a girl calling hard once before getting them to the vets poste haste.
Many, many years ago when my household consisted of 2 Siamese girls and a Devon Rex we were constantly visited by the local Casanova. He was a Ginger Tom of great size and presence… with half a right ear and covered in scars Tatty and dirty he would swagger up to the house every time one of the girls called. He would make himself at home in the boiler house, attractively spraying at everything that stood still longer that five seconds. In spite of this I could not help liking him. I tried to find out where he came from but no one knew. Kissy, my Rex was determined to seduce him and the two Siamese also found him very attractive.
One morning I managed to shut the boiler house door before he bolted. I popped him into a carrier and straight down to my helpful vet, where all chances of him procreating were cut short. I collected him that evening and let him sleep off the anaesthetic that night. After a light breakfast he slopped off.
Six weeks later my husband was having a pint in the local pub when he overheard the word ‘cat' in a conversation nearby. He listened in “Poor old s*d was so quiet, staying in at night, we thought he was ill. We had him looked over by the vet…and do you know what? Some b*****s cut his marbles off!” When the laughter had died down the toast was “To Ginge”.
My Husband came home chuckling. Ginge hasn't been back. “Well" said my husband “Would you?”
Many thanks to Celia for a fabulous article to get us going!!