May 23rd 2008 6:01 pm
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Now I know what mommy meant by me "getting fixed"! I'm not a happy kitty. Sore too!!! I cry alot when I move. I tried to jump up on the tub and didn't quite make it. I think I busted a nut or something...oh,no wait...I don't have those anymore. MOL! Seriously though, I think I strained a stitch or something. I thought mom winced more than I did when she watched me try to jump.

Between being starved to death and then taking my manhood away, you'd think I did something bad to deserve that. Mom's not exactly on my good side right now but she keeps checking on me to make sure I'm okay. I'm resting comfortably in mom's bedroom and all the other instigators are out and about in the rest of the house. Mom doesn't want me moving around. I'm supposed to rest up and tend to my wound. She tells me I'll be feeling better in a few days or so. I guess I'll find out soon enough.