One night a few months back, my daughter and I were headed home and as we were nearly home, we spotted something in the road. We live in the country so often times we encounter all types of animals. As we got closer we realized it was four very small kittens eating road kill. Before I realized what was happening, my daughter Kathryn had gathered them ALL up and was begging to take them home “just for the night.” Uh huh…whatever.
We were able to give them all good homes except for the little white Persian mixed female that we all got attached to and with a small amount of begging from my daughter of course I gave in. We called her Queenie because of the way she quickly learned to rule the house. I swear you would never know she started out in the street except for the slight wild side she had.
So just last week Queenie was sitting on the sofa lounging belly up next to me while I was watching the Houston Texans play on TV and out of the corner of my eye I can’t believe what I see. My husband was still at work so I pick up my phone and quickly text, “QUEENIE HAS BALLS!!!” As you all can imagine it was a real shocker and has been the topic of conversation with many of our friends questioning how could we not know. Really there is no clear answer except to say that we were so focused on getting rid of the other kittens back in May that we didn’t give poor Queenie a second look in that area. And with all of her/his fur, they weren’t really in plain sight if you know what I mean. Things have been very confusing lately trying to figure out how to handle the situation. Instantly I see Queenie in a whole different light, kind of like I’ve been taken advantage of you know. Not to mention there is the whole name change situation to deal with.
I wonder if Queenie has always known she was a he or did he think he was a she since he was getting treated like such a Queen. Maybe he has always known and the joke has been on us. Nevertheless Queenie’s name has now been changed to King, except for a few hundred slip- ups.