Yesterday was the long-awaited/feared day when we had to bring Pot Luck in to the vet for his operation. There was a scissors icon drawn on the date on the calendar for the day Pot Luck would become a man… or not. Sort of. It’s the responsible thing to do, in any case.
I heard Celie explaining this on the phone to Grandma Suzy: “Pot Luck is gonna have his operation so Daisy can’t have a baby.” Actually there was no real danger of this b/c Daisy already had her operation.
It’s been weird having Pot Luck away. Daisy seemed especially affectionate and needy when I let her out of the basement (they spend the night there b/c otherwise they wake us up at 5:00 a.m). But actually, Daisy seems to be having a good time experiencing the life of solo cat for a morning, with the girls fighting over her.
We get him at noon today I think. I hope he won’t have lost any of his devil-may-care ways.