This morning Pops (FIL) came over to neuter our cat, Billie. The neighbour's cat we just did the other day was no where near as upset as our own! It took five of us to hold Billie down while Pops performed the procedure. I was wearing my trusty leather work gloves when Billie bit through them drawing blood on my hand, this was after he bit through Hubby's welding gloves! Can't say that I blame him though. I know it's a terrible procedure but living on a ranch with as many animals as we have you have to "help control the pet population" as Bob Barker says. We thought about "banding" but it's something that can take up to a month to finish so we opted for cutting, it's quick and over with. I get a bit squeamish when it comes to certain things on the ranch and often have to tell myself that whatever gets on my hands can simply be washed off but if you want to see a pro you should be here when Pops is tending any of the animals. The man thinks nothing of wiping areas that would make me cringe and run screaming for my disposable surgical gloves!
If you don't like the sight of blood look no further.
I'll start out easy on you and show you my hand:
I debated over posting the next picture. Most of ya'll have never and will never see this again. Billie is doing fine and has returned to his regular spot on my counter beside my canning sinks.
The dime is to compare size, it didn't come from Billie :)