Monday, June 15, 2015
Ramón, Myra and Trixie
Yes, you read that title correctly. Ramón, Myra and Trixie. Please allow me to explain.
All of our little Clovers had their bits snipped last Friday. I picked them up right before the shelter closed that afternoon, brought them home, they had a little snack, a little romp, and an early bedtime.
I was greeted in the morning by a sweet, purring storm. Everyone looked happy and bright.
I reached to Myron to say hello and give him a few pets. When I turned him over to check his incision and see how he was healing, I noticed his belly was shaved a little higher than normal for a neuter surgery. When I looked a little lower, I realized that parts that should have been shaved were still covered in fur. And then I saw the tiny incision from Myron's spay surgery.
"Wait, WHAT?" I said as I put Myron down to reach for Ramona. I turned her over and realized that "she" had been neutered. I checked Trixie next, and everything was normal- she had a spay incision.
But Myron was a Myra and Ramona was a Ramón.
An error had been made down at the shelter when they first came in and either their sexes had been misidentified or just noted incorrectly on their paperwork. I supposed I could have taken a close look to confirm, but it's not something I'm in the practice of doing unless the kittens are hard to identify. Though they're both black, Myron's coat was distinctly different than Ramona's, and we never had a hard time telling them apart.
I rushed to get dressed and headed down to the shelter so they could have their microchips scanned. I wanted to be sure they had the right chip assigned to the right kitten. Once that was squared away, I contacted the adopting families to share the news with them. Fortunately, the sex of their kittens did not matter. They are all in love their babies, so this is not a game-changer for anyone, and that's a huge relief for me. I'm very grateful they were all so understanding when they received this crazy news!
This weekend, we tried hard to address them as "Myra" and "Ramón" and use the appropriate pronouns for each kitten, but it feels a little awkward, and we're constantly correcting ourselves. It's going to take some getting used to!
The shock of this has lessened a bit, and we're laughing about all of it now. I suppose that in the end, it doesn't matter much anyway - once their itty bitty bits are removed, they're hardly boys or girls anymore!