Ovariohysterectomy? That’s the word they use when I am listening. They think I don’t understand that it means “spay”.
My sister and I were being fostered by one of our compassionate assistants here at the animal hospital. One look at Dr. Galvis and I knew how to play her. A head butt, a purr, a well-placed paw, and a needy kitten gaze and she was mine or I was hers. I mean, really, look at how cute I was. Anyway, in April my sister was adopted by a loving family and I was so excited to become part of the MPAH family. My new roommate, Cleopiatra or Pia, as we call her for short, is a bit older than I am and kind of shy, but I am working on breaking her out of her shell.
Now, they want to spay me! I have heard all the arguments for doing the surgery:
• I do not have a driving need to be a mom. Check.
• I won’t be at risk of developing uterine tumors. Check.
• I will have a reduced risk of mammary tumors and urinary tract infections. Check.
That all sounds good, but I think the most compelling reason that I am ready to sign the paper to go ahead with the surgery is I may have not had this chance. My sister and I were very lucky that someone caring found us and we had not yet contracted one of the fatal feline diseases (FIV, FeLV, and FIP) common to strays.
Did you know that I alone could potentially have 100 kittens in my lifetime? I do not want to add more kittens to the world and also know that there is not a Dr. Galvis out there for each stray kitten, or a warm lap, a gentle pet, and two squares daily. Okay, schedule that surgery!
Besides, my roommate will be ready to move out after one heat cycle. My hormones are raging!