Diary of a SubUrban Housewife

Bottled at the Source

I called the vet's office to make an appointment for Mamma Sparkle to get spayed. While one batch of kittens has been educational and amusing to say the least, I'm not (and probably more importantly, the old man isn't) in the market for another batch.

When I called our regular vet's office, I was told that it would be in the neighborhood of $300. Ouch.

I figured there had to be a low-cost program through the City.

My ever-resourceful husband found a list of low-cost spay and newter clinics and g-mailed them to me.

I called a place on the list that I actually know. They had an appointment available for the exact day I wanted. At the exact time I wanted. This is all going a bit too smoothly.

Then they drop the bomb: Apparently you cannot spay a cat if they still have milk. It takes a couple of weeks for the milk to dry up after the kittens stop nursing. And if these kittens had their way they'd be nursing for the rest of their lives.

Well, I asked, how would I know if her milk had dried up? She doesn't want to nurse anymore. Any time the babies try she gets up and walks away. And they try at least three times a day (that I see).

The nurse at the vet's office suggested I go home and "milk" the cat.

Lovely.

I guess I'll be rescheduling that appointment now.

Posted by beth at June 29, 2004 02:19 PM