Hey internet. There’s no Manuscript Mondays today. It’s been a weird one over here at hnw cassandra.
He’s a she.
And she’s pregnant.
My fat man cat is pregnant.
Technically, my fat man cat is a hermaphrodite and he’s pregnant.
Don’t even act like you can’t believe I didn’t figured that one out on my own. How much time have you spent poking around a cat’s sex bits?
That’s what I thought.
Which of course explains the mood swings, the teeth loss, the weird appetite, and the peeing.
I live next to a house that used to belong to a woman with a whole bunch of cats who passed away in the fall, and since she vacated the premise, Marm has been sneaking over there a whole lot. She used to take care of strays and I guess they are still hanging around the property and whatnot. So I guess our cat met a few friends over there.
Obviously, the moral of the story here is to not take your animals to a vet that is a) run by vet students who b) can’t tell WHETHER A CAT IS MALE OR FEMALE OR BOTH.
But yeah. Apparently he’s really, really pregnant.
That’s a thing.
UPDATE- APRIL FOOLS!