Last night, Mommy & I called Grandma to check on Snapper.  He was snipped on Tuesday.  Boy, oh, boy - do I remember being snipped! 

That morning, Mommy & Daddy took my food and water away; then they left the house.  Uncle Chas came to pick me up & he dropped me off at Dr. Ella's.  So far, Dr. Ella had poked me every time I'd seen her.  On this day, she drugged me so that I fell asleep, snipped what would have become my maleness, and inserted a chip onto my side with a very long needle.  When Mommy came to pick me up, I was still drugged; my parents couldn't stop laughing at how clumsy I was after I got home.  Mommy cried, as if she was the one who had been snipped.

As I got older, I understood that so many of my kind are left on the streets to fend for themselves.  Mommy & Daddy did the right thing by having me snipped.  Snapper - you'll see; everything will be okay!

Catch ya' later!  --AJ he Kitty Boy