Victory.

So Jupiter Jones was neutered last week, right?

I really wish I could give you an exciting update about how he tripped the balls he no longer has while the anesthesia wore off or how Didgeridoo Boy had exciting times contending with his hormonal adjustments while I was away at teacher training - - but I can't. Nothing happened.

But there, my friends, is the beauty of the whole shebang. Nothing happened. Nothing. When I called home to check in over the weekend, Didge simply said, "Jupiter hasn't peed." And for a second I was a little concerned. Might the procedure have resulted in swelling that caused a blockage of some kind? But then it dawned on me:

Jupiter has not peed, as in, Jupiter has not peed on anything - people included. He's kept it to the litterbox. No chirping, no whirring, no settling in while purring to douse a person, place, or thing. Jupiter hasn't peed. Isn't that great?

Now think about it this way: Look at what we had to have done to him to get it to stop.