My kittens are getting neutered today.

Tim, who claims he's not a cat person, asked me last night, "The vet we're taking them to -- they know what they're doing, right?" I assured him they did. We're paying for this out of pocket to get it done at our vet in Oakland, instead of for free at the SF SPCA. Not that the SPCA doesn't know what they're doing, but they've had several bad distemper outbreaks this year, and I didn't want to risk the kitten's health for a free snip.

But I feel so guilty anyway! They were so hungry this morning! And then we stuffed them into boxes and put them in the car, where they yowled and I cooed and felt really bad. Poor kittens! I tried to pet them through the holes in their carriers; Marzi nuzzled my finger for a minute before trying to strip it of its flesh. Zanzi wouldn't even touch my finger. I hope they don't hate me!

I know this is the best thing to do, but I can't help but feel guilty because my boys won't have a normal healthy sex life. It seems like such a cruel thing to do.

Sigh. I'm sure they'll be fine and I'll get over my guilt, but it's put a strange color on my Friday.