Say Goodbye to Ballywood; Say Goodbye My Baby

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I do work with mostly men. And of the ones I talk to all the time? To a man they cringed when I told them my wee man is having his nuts removed tomorrow.

Say goodbye! Bye to attempted rapes of his brother, and bye (hopefully) for deciding the litter boxes are too nasty and peeing on my pillow!

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  1. OH my! My two had theirs removed as soon as they were old enough. They have never peed on a pillow. Before we got a covered box, Milo would perch on the edges of the box and do his business sometimes missing the box because of his stance. Now that the box is covered he can’t do that. However there is still the sex play dominance thing they both try to do. You advised me not to worry about it, but I still break it up. After all, Milo sleeps on my pillow at night next to my head and I don’t want him getting any ideas. 🙂 Hugs

      • Yes it is mostly our older one who jumps our younger one. Funny thing is our older one is very light and much weaker than the younger one. The younger one is a huge strong cat. Yet he lets the older one jump him and just lays there. The younger one is into ambushing the older one, a sudden sprint at him from around a corner or such. I guess it is their way of getting a long. Hugs

  2. Ha! I was reading this on my phone and the image was blocked. So I thought your wee man was human and quite a terror. And why wasn’t he in a penal institution?

    Fortunately I went to your site to reply, and all was made clear. Whew!!! Get well soon, buddy.

  3. I remember when Mr. Ferguson arrived, about a year and a half old and full of himself.And of pee. He sprayed liberally in my closet, nailing most of my long skirts and dresses which mostly date from the time when I still sang in a chorus. Fortunately I refuse to buy things that can’t go in the washer. It did turn off like a tap when he got done, but he still goes through the motions whenever he’s excited about anything.

    Then there was Fergie’s probable lineal ancestor, Taffy — who never did quit spraying entirely but saved it for plastic bags, go figure. He wrestled his peer Apricat every night in a ritual, Kabuki-like way that concluded with him mounting Apricat and nipping at his neck. Very weird.

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