I left it out for them overnight. I tripped over it on my way to coffee this morning as it was not where I had left it. Instead it was on the other side of the room and it was upside down. It was as if they had been to a little kitty kegger and dropped the mail on their way to bed.
So when I was finally ready to load them up and drop them off to be, well, altered, I picked them both up and put them in the kitty prison and then I slammed the door shut.
Instantly their faces were pressed up against the bars, the look of betrayal palpable. MEW! MEW! If they'd had a tin cup to rub against the bars it would not have been out of place.
They cried during the entire drive. I tried to comfort them. "It's ok kitty. I love the kitties! OOOOOHHHH, it-a gonna be all right." They were having none of it.
When we got to the shop, I checked them in and they told me to take them over to the kennel with a slip of paper identifying them and what procedure they were to undergo.
The woman who answered the door at the kennel had a lazy eye, but a keen intellect. She asked if my kitties were friendly. I asked her about the last time a person 18 times her size took her temperature rectally. "I had that done last night" she replied. I liked her.
I asked if they could share a cell and she said no. They had to be in different ones so they could tell them apart. I said "one is a boy. The other is not a boy. It's really a very simple deduction." She didn't budge.
I took them one at a time from the kitty prison and put them in the newer bigger newspaper lined kitty prison. They both turned their backs on me. I think they know what I had done.
I cried a little on my way out. They think less of me now. I think our relationship can be mended, however, becasue later they will be hungry.
Posted at 1:50 p.m.
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