He once was confident,
Strutting with his balls on show
But weeing on our clothes and books
Those balls, they had to go.
So, to the vets he went
Where the love nugs were brutally shed
And now he looks like a loser,
With the cone of shame around his head.
My cat keeps getting into fights and he has also started weeing on my stuff. The urinating has been the final straw, and now I think it’s time that he took a trip to the vet to have a certain procedure done.
The cat is a bit of a character so I don’t know what the vet will make of him. He’s got a bit of an attitude problem and he’s scared of everyone he doesn’t know. He’s also deaf and I don’t think his eyesight is all that good.
So, I’m basically saying good luck to the vet. He or she is gonna need it!