# Getting Gonad neutered

This was hell. Apparently Gonad realized what was about to transpire, as I had to chase him all over the neighborhood. Finally, scratched up and tired but victorious, I brought the flailing cat into the car. We drove to the vet and he calmed down. The highlight of this trip was when the vet asked us Gonad's name. We told him, and he said, "Are you going to change the name when we're finished?" Ha ha ha.