Look, we're no monsters, we editors of Optimuscrime. We don't enjoy putting our loved ones through involuntary, life-altering surgery. We don't relish the idea of forcefully robbing our dearest friends of their beloved sexuality. But neither do we like the idea of hundreds of adorable little, bastard-strays, love-children of our closest friends roaming the neighbourhood in tiny bandanas, homeless, and helpless. (although we admit that visually, the idea of hundreds of little ones with tiny red bandanas is pretty effing adorable.)

And so it was with a heavy heart, and a sense of civic/social duty that we took our beloved friend, Elliot the cat to the Woodbury Animal Clinic to have his little "dude parts" carefully snipped off. It seemed to have been a relatively simple, albeit terribly expensive procedure. Elliot returned the same night, unscathed (emotionally) and just a few ounces lighter. The editors of Optimuscrime are pleased to report that the little guy is doing just fine - is just as chipper and excitable as ever.

Let us also note that despite his physical loss, Elliot's slightly more alarming alter-persona, "Hedonism-cat" appears to have remained almost fully in tact. So much so that we were all 'treated' to a generous display of self-indulgence in the livingroom just yesterday, only two days post-op. This was in fact, Willow Street's first encounter with the elusive 'pink crayon'. I must admit, dear readers, that I would be entirely satisfied were it also the last time I ever saw it. It was, at the very least.. alarming.


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