Big Boy and Sweety Claws Reach Agreement.
After months of bitchin', chasin' and fightin', they finally got a room. The hallway, actually. On a sunny spring day, with Hendrix on the stereo. Our little girl has grown up!
Now, to quash any rumours, Big Boy is the neutered one, Sweety Claws is fully equipped and raring to go. Big Boy's exertions, though they not bear fruit, may serve to bond them in a 'you belong to me, woman!' kind of relationship, in which Miss Hormones may be protected from other, more fertile, males.
So far so good. But after several hours of courtship and consumation, Big Boy seemed ready for a nap or a bite to eat. The fair maiden, on the other hand, was in the mood for a party. I don't think it will be long before she starts checking out some of the younger models.
We would love kittens, but the kids are not wildly enthusiastic. We have decided to let nature take its course.