Poor Koyangi

I feel so bad!

I took Koy to the vet today to get chopped. He's started to pee in corners, and so I figured it was his time to go in. On Saturday I went to a vet by us, discovered:
1) he does deal with cats. It is hard to find that here, most vets will only deal with dogs. Cats are not a popular pet.
2) he speaks very good English.

So I brought Koy to the vet pretty much the moment I woke up. He went into the carrier willingly, but soo regret it. He doesn't like being carried in it, and he's heavy, and the box is awkward.

I took him out of the box when we got there and he clung to me, didn't want to let me go. Now I'm having visions that he's not going to like me anymore. He's not going to come up to me when I'm reading and fall asleep purring in my lap. He;s not going to come onto my pillow at night and try to give me a bath. He's going to be some eunich recluse under the bed and never come out.

I feel so bad!

Boots, who is apparently not fixed, will be going in soon. I say apparently, becuase his behind looks like Ginger-Ale's. There's nothing there! And Koy, he was extremely well endowed in that area becuase they stuck out close to an inch behind him.

I hope Koy will forgive and forget.
I pick him up tomorrow.