My eight year old Tom, Willikins, has just come back to me after having a rather urgent operation for a urino-tract infection that threatened to ruin his kidney. He had a severe bacterial infection that wasn't responding to antibiotics. His urethra was very inflamed, and there was some necrosis of his genital sheath. When I picked him up from the Vet, I was told they had to replace his urethra with a catheter tube, and re route it through his perineum. I was beside myself. I only thought he was getting his tubes reamed out or something. But the Vet said if he hadn't operated, it might have been too late to cut the "necrotic tissue" away. And when he said "necrotic tissue" he didn't mean a little abscess or anything, he took his whole penis off. Then sent it away to screen for tumour cells.
Now he has to squat to pee like a girl cat, and he isn't very happy. He keeps washing and washing away down there, as if he's looking for his lost willy, then looking up and yeowling quietly.
The thing is, They've removed his Tomhood, but left his nuts alone. This just seems like adding insult to injury. What good is a Tomcat with no Willy, and a pair of rather large Tomcat testicles??
What I'd like to know, is what reason could there possibly be for Bobbitting my poor Willikins, yet leaving him Testiculo intactus? It seems pointless to me.
Now he has to squat to pee like a girl cat, and he isn't very happy. He keeps washing and washing away down there, as if he's looking for his lost willy, then looking up and yeowling quietly.
The thing is, They've removed his Tomhood, but left his nuts alone. This just seems like adding insult to injury. What good is a Tomcat with no Willy, and a pair of rather large Tomcat testicles??
What I'd like to know, is what reason could there possibly be for Bobbitting my poor Willikins, yet leaving him Testiculo intactus? It seems pointless to me.
Asked Oct 20, 2011
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I'm afraid poor Willikins is no more. He wasn't right. He wasn't happy. He dribbled foul smelling catpiss 24/7. He had no penis. And he looked up at me, and his eyes said "I waaant to die". So I took him back to the Vet, and asked if he had any chance of not dribbling piss everywhere. The Vet looked at me, and almost tried to sell me on some restorative surgery to patch up what was left. But I saw the lie in his eyes before he said it. So he just shook his head. "Not really".
Slerp Oct 23, 2011
So I took Willikins home & gave him his favourite Fishy Go-Cat, laced with 250 milligrams of Temazepam jellys, all mixed with some cod liver oil. He sniffed it, looked at me, and scarfed the lot down. Then, after about 10 minutes he wobbled a bit, and fell over stone dead. And now I have to mop the kitchen floor with Jeyes fluid to get all his stinky piss up. I'll do it in the morning, when I bury the Cat. Off to the Pub now.
Slerp Oct 23, 2011
u did the right thing
bobb1358 Oct 23, 2011
