When the good folks at Critter Cavalry Rescue said I would get spayed as part of the adoption fee, I thought they meant I could dig in the dirt with a shovel. Boy, was I wrong!
Spayed is an operation. It means I can’t have anymore babies. Maybe if my first owners had me spayed, they would have kept me and my babies instead of sending us to a shelter. We got out of there just in time.
Mom says there are too many unwanted pets wandering the streets and neighborhoods as well as too many surrendered to shelters. If everyone got their pets spayed and neutered (that’s the boy operation) a lot more animals would have good homes like mine.
I spent the night in the hospital and then the lady said to keep me quiet for 5-6 days. Mom and Dad rolled their eyes. When I run across the backyard I have to take some leaps. Mom thinks I’m part kangaroo. I’m still a little sore when someone touches me too hard on my tummy but that’s getting better.
By the way, my friend Juju is in a beauty pageant. You can vote for her here. She’s a cat, but that’s okay with me. My mom votes for her every day.