A few months ago, I rescued a feral kitten. After many trips to the vet, a few weeks quarantined in our bathroom, two soiled comforters, a “de-stressing” regime and a lot of TLC, our kitten has fully integrated into our lives and become a loved member of our family.
During the kitten’s first checkup, the vet turned the cat over and proclaimed it a girl. And so as a girl she’s lived…until a few days ago. It was WonderWife™ who first noticed bumps around the kitten’s nether regions when the kitty was lounging on her back on our couch. I took a gander as well and sure enough, there sat a couple of furry nuggets, which either suggested that our kitten had something seriously wrong with her or she had been living a lie.
A new vet appointment confirmed that the initial vet was mistaken. Our little girl cat is really a boy.
It almost doesn’t matter now since as of this morning the kitten’s newly discovered nads are sitting on a jar in an animal hospital somewhere in the Valley. I just wonder how the Bean is going to process that he needs to now refer to his kitten as a “he.”
5 comments:
Did the kitty at least have a name that could go both ways? My cat's name is Bernard, so I don't think he would take too kindly to finding out he's a girl.
Hilarious! I'm curious about the name, too.
We adopted a stray last year. At first, for no particular reason, we assumed the cat was a female and we called her Tess. But after the vet visit, we decided he might like "Teddy" better.
Thankfully yes, the kitten's name is Ginko. However, we used to have a girl cat called Murray, so we're no stranger to gender confusion.
I'm bummed, I can't marry that cat now. Thanks a lot, Prop 8.
The same thing happened with my brother's cat. They named her Josie until one day they noticed something different about Josie's junk. She was a he. They call him Joey now.
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