Yesterday was Plato’s Last Day As A Boy

We took Plato in yesterday for his gonadectomy. What a funny word. I was told that saying he’s being “fixed” is bad because that implies that he was broken before the operation. I’ve seen the world “altered” used in a brochure at the vets office, but that sounds like I’m getting a hem put in him or something. “Neutered” sounds so… clinical. Hmmm. Gonadectomy. Gonadectomy. It’s fun to type too. Gonadectomy.

Anyway, I’m going to pick him up in about 45 minutes. It was so quiet last night without him running around the bed and pouncing on my face while I was trying to fall asleep. I missed him. :)