Those of you who follow me on Facebook already know the short version of this story.
I spent a lovely day shopping with my friend P. Although we were child-free, we ended up doing much child related shopping; I needed some presents for the upcoming trip home, and Elanor had an unexpected growth spurt recently and needed some new clothes (she’s a 2T height and has a 12 month waist–thank science for the adjustable waist band), and all those things one picks up as one wanders through the mall.
I came home flush with triumph from the day’s finds…to find Kerowyn presenting to Gandalf.
This was the moment I cursed the local SPCA’s policies on spaying/neutering–which is to say they don’t allow it before 5 months of age. The shelter we’d adopted Sir and Lady from in the 90’s fixed the kittens before adoption–at 8 weeks of age. We never had to deal with spaying/neutering or any of the things you risk before spaying/neutering takes place. Our third kitten, Princess, had not been fixed when we adopted her, but with the other two cats in the house fixed, it hadn’t been a real issue until she spent a week howling and in heat. But while our sanity was at risk, our kittens having kittens never was.
At exactly five months of age, Kero was in heat.
At exactly five months of age, Gandalf had no clue what she wanted. He watched her desperate attempts to lure him with confusion bordering on disdain. For which I am eternally grateful.
I immediately picked up my phone and called the vet.
Strike that…first I separate them, putting Kero in our office with food, water, litter and some toys. THEN I called the vet, trying to talk over her howling in protest.
“How soon can you schedule a spay/neuter for my kittens? My female is in heat!”
“How soon do you want it? Friday?” The receptionist asks.
“Okay. Bring them in at 9am.”
Last night we removed their food and water at 10, as directed. Kero spent the night in protest, and even the thick walls and closed doors did not block out her displeasure at being denied her hypothetical biological destiny.
This morning, I took them to the vet.
Unlike in the US, both kittens were released home tonight. In the US, female spaying is seen as serious surgery requiring an overnight stay at the vet under observation.
I was told our gentle baby boy had spent the rest of the day growling at the vet and vet techs. Apparently he finds it hard to be sweet to the people who cut off his balls. Can’t say I blame him.
Once home, they were both thrilled to escape from their carriers. Kero has taken refuge in the high basket of the cat structure, and Gandalf has spent huge chunks of the night curled up on me and occasionally wandering around.
Ravi and I are happy to have avoided more kittens. We love G and K, but two is our limit.