Well, Orange Kitty is a new man of sorts. A less testosterone-filled one, that is.
The vet also treated him for ear mites.
Was he grateful, you ask? Did he come running into our arms the second we opened the cage?
No and no.
He hissed and growled and glared, knowing he couldn’t flight but wouldn’t go down without a fight.
Country Man released the latch and in a flash he was off, into the trees where he makes his home until no one else is around.
There are town tomcats, and there are country tomcats, and the two ain’t the same thing, ok?
Well, tootle doo, Orange Kitty. We wish you the best in life, and if you decide to keep heading west, we’ll understand.
Something tells me he is not going anywhere, though.