Sexing a Kitten 101


I never saw myself as a cat lover.  They are aloof and unfriendly, hardly a pet, more of an animal that allows you to live with it.   Or so I thought.  Not so with this feline.  It’s affectionate, attentive, warm and cuddly.  Frankly, it’s everything I didn’t think cats were.

It came to us one evening back in 2009.  My son was coming in the front door and said, “This cat is following me. Can we keep it?”  Classic line, eh? Immediately all those parental thoughts went though my mind about another pet, another responsibility, another mouth to feed, etc. I was about to say “no” until I saw the little kitten about 8 weeks old. It was a beautiful blonde-color and slightly darker stripes and big saucer eyes.   Although it was cautious, it was also very friendly.  I got it a bowl of tuna from the cupboard and it ate hungrily.

It had probably just been weaned and either got lost by a neighbor or was feral.  We lived in an area were there was a lot of open land around us and I’d seen some feral cats around in the last couple years. But it was in pretty good health and condition so I figured it was a lost pet.  I called the neighbors and emailed the local street watch captain. No one claimed it.

In the meantime, it had found a few safe, comfortable places around the family room.  It seemed to prefer being close around us humans but didn’t take kindly to the two dogs.  The larger one wanted to investigate it and “mother” it.  The other was suspicious of this as she is of everything. But they generally left it alone and they all avoided each other for the most part.

After a couple weeks, it appeared my answer to the question of “Can we keep it?” became a begruding “yes”.  It really wasn’t much trouble.  It took immediately to the litter box and liked to “hang out” with us in the family room.  I guess it was a “family cat”.  It liked to play aggressively with my son but be gentle and petted by me.  It really liked having its belly scratched and that was something I’d not seen in cats before.  They are usually very defensive about their underside. What impressed me was how it just sort of picked out our house to be its home and how quickly it warmed to us and the two dogs.

But now that I had what looked to me like a female kitten, I wanted to have it spayed so I didn’t have to deal with it going into heat.  I’d seen that and it’s not pretty! They moan and groan and seem so uncomfortable.  So I contacted a local clinic and set up an appointment, got a carrier (it took to it very quickly and liked to play in it), and on the appointed day, we set out. We dropped it off at eight o’clock, paid the fee, and were told we’d get a call when it was ready.

About two that afternoon, they called and said, “Your cat is ready but we couldn’t spay it.”

“Oh my God!”, I thought.  It was already pregnant and they couldn’t do the surgery or there was some other issue.  I know I should have said “no” and  now it’s going to cost me more money and trouble and then I will have the problem of getting rid of a bunch of kittens.

“What was the problem?” I asked.

“Well, we couldn’t spay HER but we did neuter HIM”, was the answer.

Go figure.  I didn’t know much about cats and this proved it.  Coulda fooled me.

He really doesn’t have a name, per se.  We refer to him as Mr. Puss, Colonel Cuddles, Little Guy, Little one, Puss, etc.  But no matter how we refer to him, we know who we’re talking about.  The cat. And after several years, he’s a real friend and member of the family.

You can expect more blog entries about this member of the family.

About DevonTexas

I am a person with ESRD (End Stage Renal Disease) which means my kidneys don't work. Forty or so years ago that would have been a death sentence but today there is Dialysis which means I could be hooked up to a machine that would clean my blood as the kidneys should. Three days a week, I went to a dialysis center and had too very large needles stuck in my arm to remove and replace my blood as it passed through a process where it was cleaned and the fluid was removed, a process taking a little over four hours each time. In November 2017, I received a kidney transplant from a deceased donor. My life went into overdrive. With a "new" functioning kidney, I no longer had to go to a dialysis center and my days were not open to be lived rather than recovering from dialysis which meant dialyzing for three days and resting for 4 days a week. I work full-time and often 50 hours per week. It is something I never imagined. I highly recommend it! HeeHee I want to advance knowledge about dialysis and transplant so that others can learn from my experience and mistakes. We shouldn't have to reinvent the wheel, eh? There is so much to be learned and experienced about our predicament. There are vast resources available to support us and enrich our lives but many patients don't know about them. There are also many issues that we have to deal with whether we want to or not. So I blog about them in All comments are confidential until I approve them. If you don't want your comment public, let me know and I will respect that. So, feel free to leave a comment. I also blog in LegacyTales in WordPress if you are interested in the ramblings of a Old Man. Give a peek and let me know what you think. Enjoy.
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