Remember the kitten I took in at the end of October? I heard him crying outside before dawn, and shortly thereafter he became one of the Borg (aka my family). Well, my dear Flea, aka Cottonball, aka Cottonius etc etc. is getting neutered at the vet's office today. He was pitiful this morning- didn't understand why I WOULD NOT feed his hungry self, he hated the carrier (we've taken him places before but never in the carrier - usually one of my daughters hold him), and he cried like a confused, hungry, miserable thing. My poor little Flea.
On the occasion of this, his first day in the world minus his balls, I have dragged out some photos I'd taken with our video camera not long after we first got him. He's a doll, you're gonna love him (I weep. He's not home yet.):

( see more kitty, kitty )
while I'm at it, have a picture of my beloved and lovely dog Thumper outside in the snow today. Thumper is also a former stray, just turning 13 this March
( click for doggy love, get your mind OUT of the gutter )