While most people were waking to prepare for work this morning, I got to enjoy a lovely day off having my cat spayed. Or neutered? You’d think by cat number twenty-something, I would know the difference. Let me kill the suspense right now: I don’t. My little male Siamese kitty said goodbye to his manhood and his dignity after a quick trip to the ‘Spay Waggin‘, a mobile ball and uterine collecting machine. My description may be a bit off.
I bundled myself and kitty Milo up at the wee hour of 6:45am. Hey, it was a day off, so that’s practically 4:30am in day-off terminology. Upon reaching the Spay Waggin’ destination, I prepared myself. Just ahead was the unique experience of several cat ladies unionizing in one place. I turned my car off, had a moment of silence for Milo’s soon to be absent manhood, and faced the icy cold day.
After surviving a 45-minute wait in the nine degree weather, I walked back to my car with a whole new perspective of cat ladies. After all, I was submersed in their union for 45-minutes straight. How could I not have an inside perspective?
In one conversation with a bearded woman, I saw kindness and compassion for small things that are unable to take care of themselves. In the thirty-year-old hippie, I found warmth and patience, allowing all other owners to pick their pets up first, despite her anticipation. In the gangster who blasted cussed-out rap music while waiting, making everyone turn with a dirty look, I found a softness that was secret and personal to just him.
Despite their wrinkled pajamas, fur-coated jackets, and slight scent of cat litter, I felt welcomed in the union of cat ladies. I was accepted just as I was, cat lady or not. Let’s just say, the next time my path crosses with one of a feline fanatic, I might just offer that lady or gent a cup of coffee and a kitty cat chat.*
* Disclaimer – Awhile back, I wrote a blog post about my dead cat. Some people then unfollowed me. I believe by this point, I have weeded out cat haters and those who carry a gavel to judge cat lovers. If I haven’t, then I apologize sincerely for this post and hope you can at least enjoy the humor of my day. If you can’t enjoy the humor of my day, hopefully you can at least enjoy the sarcasm in this disclaimer.