Fred went under the knife today to have his little camouflage collar and bell surgically removed. As an afterthought I asked the vet to take his goolies off as well.
Fred bore the entire procedure with great stoicism, after his initial annoyance when he wasn't given his breakfast.
I'm happy to report that despite losing his physical balls he has spent the entire evening fighting bigger cats and German Shepherds. As ever, he won all his battles.
I wonder when he'll start to hate me?