Signs over the weekend that Loki’s plumbing was coming on-line insisted that the inevitable come: His first trip to the vet and subsequent emasculation.

To his credit – he was a complete ANGEL.

We put down the cat carrier and he voluntarily walked right in and laid down.

Not a peep during the drive.

Not a peep while being woman-handled by the vet and techs. (who all fell in love with “oh my god he’s only 9 months old” big fluffy-tailed kitty!)

Not a peep when they took him away to take a sample of his blood.

He didn’t have to make a sound of protest… It was all in his eyes… Not pissed… More like a very sad “Why is this happening daddy?”

I bawled.

The next day was his surgery… We dropped him off in the morning on the way to work. Again…. He was a perfect docile angel during the trip and even when the tech took him away.

I held my breath until we hit the door to the parking lot…. and bawled again… and continued doing so till we got to work.

Kevin was shocked by the intensity of my emotional outburst…. especially since I’d always maintaned a hard line “I’m not a cat person, but they’re o.k.” position…

I was shocked too… primarily because I couldn’t articulate “why” I was crying.

He’s back.. Surgery went just fine… “HE” is now an “IT”.

Speaking of emasculate – Why am I such a cry baby anymore? (I was never like this in my 20s)

Why am I blogging…. no wait… I’m not.