We got Sid back from the clinic yesterday. He didn’t seem to feel the best so David and I let him eat a small amount of cat food, then we placed him in our bedroom. All the other “kids” were swarming around him, sniffing and rubbing against him letting him know he had been missed.
As he was eating, his mate Sammi came to his side, meowing at him. He looked at her and responded back. She left him then, and he returned to eating. After this, two of their kittens from their first litter came to see him. Dean and Isabella both tried to rub on him, but Dad wanted to be left alone and refused to acknowledge either of them. They did not hang around.
It was strange to see how it appeared Sid was reassuring Sammi that he was back home and was fine, but that he had no patience for either of the kittens (which are adult cats now themselves even though we still refer to them as kittens).
This morning as I was letting a couple of the dogs out to go potty, Sid decided he wanted to take a walk outside. This is a no-no. Our cats are indoor animals and we do not allow them out of the house at anytime.
So while the dogs were doing their thing, I slipped on my rubber boots and took off to find Mr. Sidney. We have a backyard that is approximately half an acre and is fenced in around on two sides with a three-foot wood fence. I walked to the edge of it, seeing Sid on the other side rubbing his face into a cluster of weeds. I had to laugh because “Big Sid” would never have done anything like this. I wonder if the neutering will help him become more in touch with his feminine side.