Tiger's loss and my gain.
Tiger's loss is his...um...you-know-whats. At 8 months old he was getting very frisky, and jumping on poor Topsy whenever he could catch her. She was neutered when she was about 8 weeks old, and has never known a male cat (apart from avoiding the neighbours' cats whenever they got into our yard), so she seemed bewildered by Tiger's amorous intentions. Even thought he couldn't get Topsy into 'trouble', we decided for the safety of any other female cats around that it was time for The Operation. We took him to the vet yesterday morning, mewing loudly all the way in his carry cage on the back seat of the car. A very different kitty came home with us that night. $230 later, he was sexless and microchipped, very quiet on the car trip home, and not at all friendly to us for a few hours! He kept going back into the carry cage, sniffing and scratching around in there as if looking for what he'd just lost. Ken was very sympathetic - not that he has been castrated, mind you! It's just a man thing that they feel sorry for domestic animals that have been castrated, I think.
This was taken last week. He won't be curling up like this again for a few days!
As to what I have gained, that refers to my own time. While Ken has been home, I've put most of my usual activities aside so I could spend time with him. Yesterday, he took me into where he works, and we were both surprised by the reactions of his fellow workers. They were all very pleased to see how well he was, and everyone asked if and when he was coming back to work. When his boss asked about returning to work, Ken told him what the lung specialist had said about going back part time, and the boss frowned and said "Well, you know we don't do part time here, Ken, but how many days do you want to work?" Ken said "Four days a week, with Wednesdays off" and his boss said "Oh, I guess we can work in with that!" It seems they've lost a few couriers recently due to ill health and retirement, so Ken coming back is good news for them. He asked when Ken wanted to start work again and Ken looked at me. I said quickly "Next Monday! You haven't got anything else planned for next week have you?" Poor Ken couldn't think quick enough to get out of that one, so his boss said "Done! We'll see you here on Monday!"
On the way home, Ken said "I wasn't planning to go back to work so soon. How did I get roped into returning on Monday?" and I said "Well, you've been talking about the bills coming in and not having enough money from the pension, so the sooner you go back to earning a wage, the better". He said "Oh I suppose so. You just want me out of the house so you can go back to socialising with your friends, don't you?", and I said "Something like that!" I've got next week filled up already. Lunch and a craft session with Val on Monday, the Embroiderer's Guild on Tuesday, Ken will be home on Wednesday, shopping with Glenda on Thursday, and coffee with Helen on Friday. Ah, bliss to have my life back...