My poor kitty lost his manhood today. And now he’s spending the night at the vet’s. I miss him! And I’m sad/mad that he’s staying the night there to “make sure he doesn’t get a fever, and his sutures are okay” (like I’m sure someone is staying overnight at the Animal Hospital?! Whatever!) - when he could be here with me to take care of him! Poor kitty. I keep imagining him meowing into the darkness wondering where I am.

I know. I am pathetic and also depressing. And I want my kitty back!