I haven't been feeling too well lately. Mom took Mooch (who used to be called Groucho, but he told Mom he didn't like that name so picked Mooch out instead...)and me to the v-e-t two days ago. She said they were going to "fix" us, but I didn't think we were broken. Mom pushed us into a thing called a PTU which I think stands for: Prisoner Transport Unit, then we went to see Dr. Rob. We've seen him before and all he's ever done was check us over and give us a sharp thing called a "shot" then we came home.
I'm going to take another nap now, so Mom said she wanted to talk to you all and tell you what happened while I was asleep at Dr. Rob's...
(I had taken both Rascal and Mooch in for neutering on Tuesday morning. Mooch's surgery went just fine, but when Rob started in on Rascal, he found that Rascal had only one descended testicle. That being the case, Rascal was then immediately prepped for abdominal surgery for removal of the remaining testicle. Much to Rob's surprise, he could find no other testicle in Rascal - he said he looked and looked but there was absolutely nothing...not even a hint of a second testicle. We will watch Rascal closely as he grows for any signs of typical tomcat behavior. If he does exhibit the signs of an intact male cat, he'll go back in for surgery. If not, it will become apparent that he only had one to begin with.)
...so don't you worry...you go ahead and sleep all you want. We've all got your "6" Little Buddy...sweet dreams. :)