Snip snip. No more kittens.

I feel cruel. Cruel AND evil. Yesterday it was my kitten's 5-month birthday. What did I give her? A feline hystorectomy. Yup, I took my little feline companion to the vet and asked them to snip out her bits.

I explained to the vet how evil I felt. She was kind and wonderful and all the things you expect a vet to be. She explained to me that if I don't plan on breeding my beautiful little Bengal, then it was for the best. Apparently health-wise, it's better. According to my good friend, Wikipedia, spaying your cat offers the following advantages:

"Hormone-associated diseases such as benign prostatic hypertrophy are prevented. Female cats and dogs are seven times more likely to develop mammary tumors if they are not spayed before their first heat cycle. A dangerous common uterine infection known as pyometra is also prevented. Uterine, ovarian, and testicular cancer are also prevented for obvious reasons, although these types of cancer are uncommon to begin with."

So she had the snip yesterday and spent the night at the vet's office. I go back to pick her up tonight. I hope she doesn't hate me. But I can't say I'd blame her if she did.