Neutering as a way of life

[sarren]

Oh God, it's 4:30am and I'm up. And not in good must-go-to-bed-can't-tear-myself-away-from-this fic kind of way. My old cat Sam woke me wanting affection, I hear a tom yowling outside and the next thing Sam's screaming hatred and defiance through the window. That explains the wounds on her side. My large dog is up on my bed growling, I'm trying to shoosh him and calm Sam down. And this friggin' tom is really out to make himself popular.

So I let the dog out to escort him from our property. Running. There, that sounds better than "I set the dog on a cat."

And now I'm awake, goddammit.