Our newest cat, Tab Hunter, had his orchiectomy yesterday. Imagine his surprise when he awoke to find the eight breast implants, and us calling him Tabitha. A little forced feline feminization. He should pass well, as he was already quite beautiful.
I kid, I kid. Our vet is one that comes to the house, so Tab's operation was on the kitchen table, just like Desmond's a few months ago. And with that, I won't have to worry about tendering any dinner invitations to you nice folks.
I promised a report on last Saturday's meeting, and I'm sure all ten of my readers won't let me rest until I fulfill that vow. The meeting had a short tutorial on wig care from Cassie, combing and washing methods and such. Quite informative, really. I learned that I should definitely take my wig into the shop for a re-stretching of the cap, as it gives me headaches and tends to ride up in the back. Can you say ill-fitting? Sure you can. Guess it's a good thing I don't wear the darn thing more than four hours a month, huh?
We then had a lot of social time to mingle and converse. Our meetings have been so chockful of content lately that we haven't been able to just be social for some time. A nice change of pace, and very healthy for the bonding of the group. This meeting was again well-attended, with around 26 or 27 folks. This was unexpected, as the agenda was largely blank. Coming to hear a speaker is one thing, just coming to be there is quite another. I think we must be doing something right.
The leadership has been working valiantly toward getting a real website up and running, as I've mentioned previously. Sylvia has created a great logo, actually a bunch of variations on a theme, and I think it's a winner. When we finalize it, I will share it here. She is quite the artist, and not a bad photographer either, as you see her handiwork above. Of course, a lovely subject is a plus.
As I write this, I am wearing a new pair of girl jeans. I love the fit, though I confess to a lack of coordination buttoning and zipping with a different hand. I don't remember my other girl pants being reversed, but I can't swear to it. I feel that I could wear these in boy mode, but I would hate to stretch out the back pocket with a wallet, and the front pockets are very shallow. They would hold a lipstick pretty easily, but not everything I'm accustomed to carrying. I would need to accessorize with a man purse. Not quite ready for that, I fear. And my world's not ready for it either.
Maybe the vet could give me a bargain rate on an orchiectomy. The jeans would fit even better then.
Has to be a lot quicker and cheaper than mine done in a hospital. How different you do things in the backwoods!
ReplyDeleteGirls have fewer smaller pockets, who wants to spoil their line? Just going to have to get a bag! Where is the picture of your new jeans?againg gentler
Having watched our vet give a very swift orchidectomy to a bullock I'd probably trust him over a doctor or surgeon for the job. He does thousands a year, the surgeon doesn't.
ReplyDeleteAn orchi on the kitchen table? Interesting. Never heard of a vet doing house calls for something like that. Got to agree with Jenny. A very simple procedure for a vet.
ReplyDeleteGlad your enjoying your local group, Leslie. Don't know what I'd do without my little group of friends here, locally.
Calie xxx
You might want more pain meds than cats get :)
ReplyDeleteHugs!!
Do you want more cats? I have two spayed females looking for homes... I'll deliver!
Yep, have to ask for more pain meds, though Tab was out for a good five hours. The kitchen table is plenty big for me, too.
ReplyDeleteAnd, no, Aeify, I don't need a fifth and sixth cat, especially given that we have four males. Thanks anyway.
Surgery on kitchen tables sounds a lot like the sort of stuff that Joseph Lister would get up to, and get paid a pretty large amount for too.
ReplyDeleteAnd with that rather obscure historical reference I comment for the first time. I've also just finished reading through all your entries. Thank you.
Also, nice outfit!
I confess that I had to look up Dr. Lister. I assumed that Listerine was named for him, but it seems he had some importance beyond that.
ReplyDeleteYou still sound coherent after your long slog! Such stamina...