mission accomplished

It's done; complete; finito.

MOUSES!

To tell you the truth, Peepers and I THOUGHT it might be mission impossible.  Thankfully though, it turned out to not be all that impossible after all and is now a mission accomplished, for sure.

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That's right, the boy has been neutered.

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It actually wasn't all that bad.  Early Monday mornin', Saffy went into the crate with no problems at all...

Okay, I admit it: I LIE.

Yeah, so the FIRST time Saffy was crated, it was easy-peasy, for sure.  But apparently, Saffy remembered 'bout his trip to the doctor from a couple weeks ago, along with the pokin' and proddin' that ensued - not to mention the takin' of his temperature - and decided he had had enough of that business the first time round.

So...

So this past Monday, Peepers had to resort to the ol' tippin'-the-crate-on-its-side-and-shovin'-the-kitty-in-feet-first thing.

MOUSES!

Okay, so it's not so much shovin' as...

Well...

Well to tell you the truth, when you're the cat bein' put in the crate, NO MATTER HOW GENTLE the peep might be, it FEELS like shovin', for sure.

Least that's what Saffy says.  I, Seville the Cat, bein' THE BEST BEHAVED CAT in the whole entire world- maybe even universe - wouldn't know 'bout that, on account of my always cooperatin' with the peep when it comes to cratin', and...

Yeah, yeah...  I LIE.  I'm probably more like the second or third best behaved cat in the world.

Plus, that whole ol' tippin'-the-crate-on-its-side-and-shovin'-the-kitty-in-feet-first maneuver was kinda developed with me in mind.

MOUSES!

So anyway...

So anyway, Saffron has been snipped.  Yup, snipped and chipped.  Snipped, chipped, and...

Yeah, I've got nothin' suitable that rhymes with that.

MOUSES!

But back to the not-so-impossible mission.  Saffron came home late Monday afternoon, none the worse for wear.  He wasn't even groggy!  In fact, Peepers opened up the crate and he dashed out like he was competin' in the Olympics for the 100m race,which is weird on account of the Olympics bein' all over for this year.  PLUS, they don't allow cats to compete against peeps.

We would always win, you see.

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But Saffy Saffron Saffers Sassafras ran outta that crate like there was no tomorrow.  Yup, he ran all the way over to our eatin' area, and waited for some treats - which he got, of course - even though he hadn't yet had his din-dins.  But he did have his din-dins after the treats, along with somethin' to drink.

I'm tellin' ya, it's like the cat doesn't even know he was snipped.

Yup, he's that nonchalant about the whole thing.

Just wait 'til he goes to meet up with his ladycat friends.

MOUSES!

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And remember:

IF IN DOUBT,

DON'T. GO. OUT.

Continue to practice SOCIAL DISTANCIN' measures

AND KEEP WASHIN' YOUR PAWS.

MOUSES!

Remember to mask up, too.

snip-snip

Tomorrow's the big day.  Yup, tomorrow is Saffron's BIG day, for sure.  Tomorrow is the day that my brother Saffy Saffron Saffers Sassafras - yeah, I call him that sometimes - goes in for his uh...

Umm...

Well, you know...

His SNIP-SNIP.

*wink wink*

MOUSES!

And let me tell you somethin', my friends, tomorrow can't come soon enough.

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I know, I know...  I know what you're thinkin'.  You're thinkin', didn't I, Seville the Cat, blog 'bout Saffy's big day before?

You know somethin', my friends?   You're right!  I did.  I, Seville the Cat, DID blog 'bout Saffy's big day before, but...

But before when I blogged 'bout his big day, his big day was off in the far and distant future.  NOW his big day is tomorrow.

MOUSES!

Peepers and I have our paws crossed we won't get too much snow tomorrow like the weatherpeeps are sayin' we might.  We're purrin' and prayin' we don't get so much snow that Saffy's appointment will have to be rescheduled.  We're purrin' and...

What's that you're asking 'bout now?

Oh, that.  Yeah, THAT.  Yup, Ol' Mother Nature is havin' mood swings again so EVEN THOUGH IT'S APRIL ALREADY, we're expectin' a snowstorm tomorrow.  Ten centimetres, they say.  Maybe more!  I'm tellin' ya, it's as disgustin' as disgustin' can get.  DISGUSTIN'!

Although to tell you the truth...

To tell you the truth, these mood swings of Mother Nature's are not unlike the cryin' and howlin' Saffry Saffron Saffers Sassafras has been doin' at four in the mornin' before the sun has even THOUGHT about gettin' up.  Before ANYONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND has thought about gettin' up, to be sure.

Thus, the need for the snip-snip to happen tomorrow.

And after the snip-snip, I'm hopin' I'll get a chance to sleep in.  'Cause a cat like me NEEDS his beauty sleep, you see.

Well, truth be told, I'D be beautiful - HANDSOME, I mean - whether I got my beauty sleep or not.  I mean, just look at this face.  How could this face NOT be as beautiful and handsome as can be?

However, it's a totally different situation with the peep.  Let's just say, Peepers needs her sleep.  Yup, Peepers needs her beauty sleep, for sure.  I'm tellin' ya, if Peepers doesn't start gettin' a good night's sleep on a regular basis, other peeps in the neighbourhood are gonna start leavin' crates of night creams and serums and gels and all sorts of stuff along with gift cards and certificates for local plastic surgeons on our doorstep just so they don't have to look at her harried, harassed, and haggard ol' face, and...

What's that?  What's that, Peepers?  What's that you're babblin' on about now?

What am I tellin' my readers, you ask?

Uh...

Umm...

Nothin'.  Nothin' at all.  Just casually mentionin' that tomorrow is the Day of the Snip.

MOUSES!

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And remember:

IF IN DOUBT,

DON'T. GO. OUT.

Continue to practice SOCIAL DISTANCIN' measures

AND KEEP WASHIN' YOUR PAWS.

MOUSES!

Remember to mask up, too.