We're very strong supporters of being fixed in THIS house. For oh so many reasons. We would luff to live in a world where people are fighting over puppies and kittens, because there are so few.
Leia was spayed before we even brought her home from the Stabby Place to be my companion. She was living there waiting for someone to adopt her. Mom didn't want her to even meet me until her operation, since *I* wasn't fixed yet (too young).
And now, here's my story - which we don't think we've ever shared - about MY Fix It Day when I was oh so tender in months, but old enough. Mom made the appointment, denied me noms - meanie! - and took me in, protesting. BUT I had a fever that day! Ha. They couldn't snip me! I was very pleased with myself.
Until I went back two days later, and the snipping was successfully done. Mouses!
Mom's note: I swear he did it on purpose. No sign of illness at all, EXCEPT that morning when they took his temperature. But that's Toby for you.