Friday, August 31, 2007

My Transvestite Cat

Yesterday was "spay day" for Brownie. Went to the vet first thing in the morning for drop off and then went about my day.

About 2 pm I was @ Clover Hill Yarn (a most outstanding yarn store, btw) buying a few things for SP11 when my cell rang. It was the vet. He said, "I'm calling about Brownie. I've got good news. And I've got some... interesting... news."

I'm not really sure what went through my mind at this point... maybe 'Brownie is having kittens?' or 'Brownie is the millionth cat Dr. Koelmeyer has spayed?" or 'A casting agent stopped by and wants to feature Brownie in a Meow Mix commercial?'

None of the above. This is what he says to me: "Well, luckily you aren't going to need to pay for the cost of the surgery... that's the good news.... Because Brownie is actually a boy."

WHAAAAAAAT?? I'm sure the ladies at the yarn store must have thought I was crazy.

Now I know that cats aren't hung like horses. Because cats aren't really hung at all. Both boy and girl cats have their junk pointing toward the back but I always thought you could kinda tell a little bit, even on a neutered boy cat, that he had some man junk instead of some lady junk.

And what about the other vet at the veterinary practice that gave Brownie the clean bill of health and all that? Apparently she just did a visual inspection and was fooled by what she saw. A common mistake apparently.

Dr. K feels that Brownie was probably neutered as a very, very young kitten and never had much chance to develop in the man junk department... hence why he's so ambiguous looking. There is also the very slight chance that he's "cryptoorchid", which is fancy vet speak for undecended cajones. If this is the case and Brownie starts acting aggressive, growing a giant head and all the other tomcat characteristics then I need to take him in for exploratory surgery. But since he's about 2 years old it's probably unlikely.

Truth is always stranger than fiction. Sheesh. You live with someone for a month and you think you know them... and then they go and pull a "Crying Game" on you. bahahaha!

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