1 year ago
Monday, February 18, 2013
Levon enjoys a moment of nut-lickage this morning... his last opportunity to do so.
Lick ’em while you got ’em, little guy.
Levon won’t have his much longer... at the tender age of six months (less one day), he is being de-balled today. The surgery is probably taking place even as I write this.
Do I feel bad? Not really, although as a male I do have a certain amount of rachmones - compassion - for the little fellow. But it’s the price he must pay for a lifetime of comfort. One thing we do not need is a moaning, groaning tom spraying odoriferous Cat-Piss all over the house.
Update: Levon is home, minus one set of beitzim, and doing just fine.