Jimmy Lost His Manhood

I recently decided it was time for my little Jimmy Boo to get neutered. He had started "marking his territory" in the house whenever he felt threatened by Beckham, or saw a stray cat outside. It's gross having to clean it up, and to smell it! Yuck! If he didn't do this, I wouldn't have felt the need to have him fixed, since he's an indoor cat and only lives with another boy cat, and two humans. So, we went to the vet. 

 He was a little scared of being driven anywhere, and he sprayed in the carrier. The vet assistants tried to clean him up, so here he is after being cleaned, and a towel is wrapped around his back end. He doesn't look too happy, does he?

TJ visits with J Boo

 The vet's cat was curious about him while I was in the waiting room with J Boo. We had to wait for my file to be brought up to the front desk, so TJ had a chance to say hi. J Boo didn't think too much of him, as he probably reminded him a little of Beckham. TJ hissed at Jimmy and then proceeded to check out all sides of his carrier. Jimmy just sat inside, a little annoyed, but mostly just glad to know that we were almost out of there.

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 I ended up taking him to a different place to get neutered, as I had received good recommendations for the place, and it was half as much as the vet I'd gone to. So Jimmy was neutered just this past Friday, and when I picked him up, his head was all bobbly, and he kept falling down. The picture to the left is Jimmy after he lost his balance and fell down. He kept turtling himself... falling onto his back and not being able to flip back over right away. I felt really sad for him! So I put him back into the carrier for a bit, until he seemed to be closer to normal. That took a few hours. For some reason, after I let him out, he kept going into his litter box, but not actually using it... he'd just lay down in it! Then he'd walk around in it, get out, get back in, etc.

In and out of the litter box!

 That evening, he was at least not falling over all the time, or running (trying to) away from any type of movement. He seemed to not know who I was, or who my boyfriend was. Everyone seemed to be a stranger for a minute, and then he'd remember. The funny thing is that Beckham decided that he wanted to hang out in the carrier, and J Boo enjoyed watching him from the outside... he even closed him in there!

Beckham in the carrier

Jimmy the day after the operation

Jimmy was fine, acting normally, the day after the surgery. As you can see, he was relaxing out on the sofa yesterday! It was quite the experience for him, but he weathered it well! He's a real trouper! He didn't even need his collar, because he wasn't messing around with the site of his surgery. I'd hate to have to cone him! He's back to his old self again, and seems to be none the wiser. Good old Jimmy Boo!