Your cat has no legs and now you’re cutting off his nads too?? Poor, poor Shadow.
Oh, my - the ads say Cat Oral now. I blame you and your dirty mind, anaamika. 
My grandmother - a nurse practicioner - always warned me never to pick up mice (or other wild critters) without protection. I didn’t have latex gloves handy, but the pliers were right in front of me from a morning playing Captain FixIt. So… pliers. 
Habit, I guess, more than anything else. Dunno what my chances are of catching the Galloping Never-Get-Overs from a wild mouse, but better safe than sorry.
From now on, just remember to latch on with the pliers BEFORE the cat drops it!
According to my wife, I’m stroking my mistress right now. And I don’t mean the cat. Something about computers taking up too much of my time, blah blah…
The cat THINKS she’s my mistress, though. We’ve had to banish her from the bedroom to keep her from squeezing between my wife and I while we sleep, then ejecting my wife from the bed with the sudden application of claws.
Since we have a waterbed, it’s even worse than it sounds. Stupid cat.
Damn.
I’d be sleeping with one eye open if that boy lived in my house.
E.
It’s like the guest room became a terrarium, with the waste going back into the originator.
Sweet!
I talked to Mrs. Runestar and sent her the link. We’re going to head over there on Saturday and check them out.
Of course, if we decide to go for the boarding, we still have the problem of putting 5 cats into two cat carriers to get them there… :eek:
And my plan has succeeded. 
Um. You know how prisoners bond, right?
He wouldn’t know what to do. Seriously. She was given to us with the understanding that she’d been spayed. She hadn’t. Went into heat after a week with us and yowled at him with a “PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, HELP ME!!!” desperation. Then again, she did the same to my husband, the doorknob and any other vaguely phallic object.
He hid under the couch and wouldn’t come out, occasionally looking at us with a “duh?” expression on his face. The cat. Not my husband.
(We had her fixed very shortly afterwards.)
Heh. It sounds like the “me” of the cat world.
Not that I don’t know what to do…I know what to do, dammit!
I…just…bah.
AAaand…the ads are for The Second Coming. Oh, ads, you are so random and appropriate at times. Hey, we should use the ads like a magic 8-ball! Oh magic random ads, what do you see in my future?
Obviously in your future, you’ll get hit by a falling anvil.
An anvil.
A large anvil.
Falling out of the sky.
Anvil. Anvil anvil anvil anvil anvil anvil anvil anvil anvil anvil anvil anvil anvil anvil anvil anvil anvil anvil anvil anvil anvil anvil anvil.
There, that should do it.
He has no legs? But where did these come from?
Woohoo! Lookit those legs!
Sorry, that’s my fault. My Oscar thinks he’s Jesus Christ.
E.
Everyone knows that cats’ legs appear and disappear at intervals. Sheesh.