Neutering

Over the last week or so, Cricket (the silver Bengal) has been going through her first ‘season’, and it’s not been good for her.

She’s yowled all round the house, sprayed, yowled, had the shits, and generally been deeply unhappy. I’ve found it really upsetting to see her handling it all so badly, and it’s not something I want her (or, selfishly, us) to go through again.

So today she’s at the vets, getting ‘done’.

Of course, that involves getting her into the cat carrier. Which, with a Bengal, is a bit of a struggle.

The first time round, she escaped from M’s arms, ripped all the way round M, and disappeared.

Second time, I got her, and held her tight while we got her into the cage. Her back legs were down by my right hip, and she was held tight. Somehow, she ended up twisting round and I now have a deepish cut from her back claws in the left side of my neck, and other clawmarks all round my left shoulder-blade. Impressive.

She’s at the vets now, and I’m half expecting a call saying “Can you come and get your cat out of the ceiling tiles”. She is emphatically Not Happy. And Very Sharp.