You want to take out my WHAT?

One reason for my absence of late is a phone call I heard one of my No Tails make the other day. 

They want to ship me off to "the vet," for something called "spaying." Something about an overnight stay somewhere so I won't be a "teen mother." And how they would have done it earlier except for the ice storm.

'Kay, I asked around the house, and the other cats say this involves the removal of my "girly parts." I don't really know what that means, but it sounds pretty bad. They're going to knock me out for that, right?  RIGHT?

So, I've been hiding from the No Tails as much as I can. And being much more hissy and unreasonable than usual. Blogging has taken a backseat for now. I'm not leaving here without a fight.