I mustered the courage to walk through the silent house by myself and reached the warehouse.
Boche was on the packing table, playing with Peter, who was getting ready to put him on the scale and weigh him.
“Hi, do you want to have a look?” Without any preliminaries, he picked up the cat,
turned him over on his back, deftly held his head and paws and began the lesson.
“This is the male sexual organ, these are a few stray hairs, and that's his backside.”
The cat flipped himself over and stood up on his little white feet.
If any other boy had pointed out the “male sexual organ” to me, I would never have given him a second glance.
But Peter went on talking in a normal voice about what is otherwise a very awkward subject. Nor did he have any ulterior motives.
By the time he'd finished, I felt so much at ease that I started acting normally too.
We played with Boche, had a good time, chatted a bit and finally sauntered through the long warehouse to the door.
“Were you there when Mouschi was fixed?” “Yeah, sure. It doesn't take long. They give the cat an anesthetic, of course.”
“Do they take something out?” “No, the vet just snips the tube. There's nothing to see on the outside.”
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