Taz is weirding me out. A couple of times I have seen him grab Mickie by the scruff and, well, act like a tomcat.

Now, he was about a year old when we adopted him, and was still an intact male up to that point. I often wonder if there might be hissin’-and-spittin’ images of him still running around that neighborhood today.

But dang it, he’s been neutered for more than nine years now. And it isn’t as if he’s had any practice in the meantime.. the other (spayed) female cats who have shared his life during these years would not have reacted well, to say the least. (Two words: Taz confetti.)

Of course, our little Mickie has been initiating quite a bit of kitten-mischief-type physical contact, and she and Taz are official wrestle-and-slurp buddies. But we had her spayed a couple of months ago, before any signs of going into heat (she was five months old at the time), so I would have thought she would be spared the tomcat-and-queen scene.

Maybe I’m overreacting here… this is all probably quite normal… but eeeeeeewwww!