It’s been a while since I’ve been around here, keeping busy with doodads and kicknacks and sounding like a 60 year old hipster. Ok, not so much that last part, but I’ve been in and out this past month and much more noticeably this past year.
It’s quite a bit of stuff so I’ll break it down into different topics if you’re interested.
-Rogue the cat
-A new Era of my life, Graduation and Job Hunting
Seeing the little bunnies around our yard was a cute spectacle as I mentioned in my other blog post, but I was nearly unprepared for the news that a friend of my sister’s was dropping a tiny nearly newborn kitten at our front door.
For about a week, we already had family over from Texas staying over with their Beagle. My own little kitten was stressed enough dealing with our new guests and their dog. Adding
What I thought was going to be a smooth recovery process just got complicated. A little less than a week ago I had my cat Aramis neutered (at 8 mos). For a while he'd been recovering lazily in my quarantined area as recommended. After monitoring his progress the first few days, he was slowly returning to his playful loving self, eating and gouging out on his dinners per usual custom.
However Tuesday all that stopped. Since then he's hardly touched his food. Every time I see him
There comes a time in every kitten's life where he must grow up and become an it. That time comes today.
Yes, I went and got Aramis neutered. I feel bad for him, but the mucho grande world wide interwebs repeatedly stabs me in the face that neutering is the only way to go. Ok, I give, and I realize the benefits he gets out of this far outweighs however he once was, though I can't help but feel a tinge of remorse for the loss of a potential 'manlihood' or whatever hormones drove