This morning I took our nine month old cat, Dottie, to the vet. She had an early appointment because she was scheduled to be spayed and declawed. The receptionist told me that she would be calling me when Dottie's surgeries were complete.
An hour later, I received a call. The woman on the other end of the line sounded tense.
"Rebecca? I have something to tell you."
My mind wandered and settled on the thought that poor Dottie may have died during surgery. I braced myself for the worst news.
"Yes? What is it?", I said.
"We cannot spay Dottie today."
"Why not? I made Dottie's appointment well in advance and brought her in on time. What is the problem? Is she sick?", I asked.
"We cannot spay Dottie because...Dottie is a boy."
"What?"
"Dottie is a boy cat."
"A boy?!? Are you sure?!? Dottie even has girl parts!"
"Well, those turned out to be very small boy parts."
"But she has been into your office three other times!"
"Well, on some cats, it is not easily distinguishable."
At this point I started laughing very hard. My children are staring at me because they have not seen me laugh that hard in quite some time.
"I just bought her...I mean him...a pink cat carrier! And she...I mean he..drinks out of a pink bowl and wears a pink collar."
"Well, you can pretend she is a girl if you'd like but we thought you should know she...I mean he...is a boy."
So, I have never heard of anything quite so strange. I am still chuckling when I think about it. The kids are trying to decide on a new name for Dottie but it is difficult because we have called her Dottie since we found her...I mean him, last summer.
Any name ideas would be appreciated. And anyone needing a pink cat carrier, let me know. :)
