Right, then...
May. 13th, 2005 04:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mllelaurelSo Mom called me this morning, to tell me that she and Dad took the cat to the vet, yesterday, to take a look at a bite mark she'd gotten in a fight, a few days back. Ok, I say, how's she doing then? Mom pauses over the phone, and immediately I think something's wrong.
Guess what, Mom says. Turns out the kitty we've had for around two years now is actually a tomcat. *sweatdrop* Makes us look really smart, doesn't it. At least now there's no longer a chance of random kittens. (And yes, I know we should have done more frequent vet visits, but money was tight, she seemed to be fine, and the neighbors, who have kind of a time share on the cat - long story - took her last year.)
The real question now is, what do we call her. Err...him. Monkey doesn't strike me as a particularly male name, yanno.
And Mom and I now owe Dad money. He'd said the cat was a he right from the beginning.
Guess what, Mom says. Turns out the kitty we've had for around two years now is actually a tomcat. *sweatdrop* Makes us look really smart, doesn't it. At least now there's no longer a chance of random kittens. (And yes, I know we should have done more frequent vet visits, but money was tight, she seemed to be fine, and the neighbors, who have kind of a time share on the cat - long story - took her last year.)
The real question now is, what do we call her. Err...him. Monkey doesn't strike me as a particularly male name, yanno.
And Mom and I now owe Dad money. He'd said the cat was a he right from the beginning.
