Rocky’s a Rockette! A little girl in pink! A sweet pea. And here we thought she was a tough little tumbling boy, the little bitty aggressor, always winning the wresting matches with her brother.
I had her neutering scheduled for Monday and we took both kittens to the shelter clinic for their shots. I mentioned tomorrow is “loose your nuts” day, and the vet tech looks at me funny and says “You know Rocky’s a girl, right?” Oh boy, we felt dumb!
So, on Monday I dropped off a kitten for spaying instead of neutering, and paid the fee for spaying, and not neutering. Ouch!
She couldn’t care less either way. The surgery didn’t affect her one bit. She’s alert, running around, and does not seem to be in pain.
And just like that, Rocky became Rockie.