We met the black boy when Katy descended into her first “heat” after she was spayed. He was one of the clues. We did not recognize all the wriggling and vocalizing. Had we an unfixed female in the last 40 years? No.
And Katy WAS fixed. What could she be thinking of? Her new friend the black one could not stay away. Katy’s fertile parts were blasting notifications all over the neighborhood. After the second spaying, the doc said she may have had three ovaries. She had a more complicated surgery this time with a large incision and a hunt for swollen things inside.
This second operation was very difficult all around. Katy being a rescue, the longer we live with her the more I know that she had to be a feral kitten when brought to Pets, Inc. She can tolerate just so much. She stresses easily, and senses things deeply.
When the second heat came along, we knew she had to be worked in for surgery the next day. Pets, Inc. , as good as the intentions are, casts their net in disorganization. We did not get the OK to bring her in until late in the morning. By then, Katy knew something was up.
I have used the term “bouncing off the walls” loosely before, but I had never seen it. It took 45 minutes for us to contain the feral Katy. And we were both bloody from the job. I feared all our work with her to understand love was lost in fear and flight.
We came home with antibiotics because of the large incision. We both knew there was no way we could administer them to her. Luckily, she has not needed them. She spent the first night after surgery inside, and the next morning was just gone, all day. We both thought she would never come back, but she did.
Now she is feeling better and playing soccer. And as in the first picture above, the black boy comes around just to talk.
Sister does not care to.