I took my revenge on my person when she took me to be "neutered", as the humans say: I made sure one of my 'bollocks' did not "drop", so she had to pay a higher fee to have the job done (heh heh heh).

But I must say that, as a feline of delicate aspect ( to use the disgusting term that humans do, I was the "runt" of my litter), it pleases me not to deign to engage in clawticuffs with those hulking, brutish toms who are so unrefined as to "mark" their meager territory while I have an entire human abode at my disposal! Therefore I've come to terms with my person on the subject of the unfortunate "neutering" incident, and she is of course my devoted servant for life.

Now, if you'll pardon me, I must once again go through the motions of refusing her latest offering. Ah, the rigorous duties of lordship....