My Mr. Fitz, who is currently sitting at my feet, looking expectantly at me, was snipped when he was a young cat. But they left the, well the bag, so he looks like an intact tom. It was a happy day when I cancelled his subscription to Sprayboy magazine. He was the original Fitz the Spritz.
He leaves my two females alone. But I had a male who kept trying to mate with Musetta. He hadn't had the equipment for years, but he kept trying. It was nice somebody had some fun in my bed.
All this having been said, could you borrow a dog. Our feline femme fatale, Mrs. Finn McCool, had a suitor who used to stop by at night. Until the house painter left his dog in our yard overnight. (It's a long story.) The dog chased the cat out of the yard and across two neighbor's yards, with my oh, so dignified silver haired mother standing ont he back porch, in her nightie, throwing plaster rubble at them. But the cat didn't come back.