What a difference ten minutes makes. This is the amount of time between my last post and this one. I would love to say that not a lot has happened in that amount of time and logic would dictate that I would not have had a sufficient enough block of time to go from exceedingly bored to at least talking about something other than the wind blowing or pin drops but it is true that things did change in that amount of time. As it stands now, I’m still relatively bored but at least I’ve been able to voice my opinion on something that caught me off guard completely. This is something nobody expected and even though it doesn’t really apply to me, the shock from what I heard was enough to warrant a post being written. So here it is. I must warn everybody out there who has a sensitive stomach that this may be a little graphic, (at least from my point of view.)

In January of this year, my mother obtained a cat from someone she knows. I’ve actually never met this cat in person before as I have not been to my mother’s house since she got it and to this point, I’ve only seen pictures of it. It was a small kitten who could fit in the palm of someone’s hand. You may notice that I have not made reference to this cat’s gender yet and have only said “it” when referring to the cat.

My mother named it Lulu and for months, it was part of the family. Her other cat initially struggled to accept it but eventually he got used to it being around. So anyway, my mother brought the cat in for a check up to address what they thought was a growth between the cat’s legs. After the doctor looked, they determined that the cat, who was thought to have been female this whole time was actually male and that growth turned out to be his reproductive organ. At the same time, I received a text from my step father reading “Jeff you have a new brother, Lulu is a boy.” As I read this text, I felt like I was going to vomit but managed to hold it in. I wasted no time in calling my step father as I thought the cat was pregnant at first and he had just made a mistake with his text. After mom confirmed what he had said, I commented that it was disgusting and that the doctor should have confirmed the cat’s gender before handing it off to them, (I did not know how they obtained it at this time.) I then went on to comment that it was a good thing it’s a cat and not a human citing the years of possible harassment and torment a human would receive if their gender was mistaken at birth. Mom said they have renamed the cat Lou instead of Lulu. The funny thing is that you would think that hearing this news would at least shock my mother and step father. I mean, for months they thought the cat they had was a female. They treated it as such and mom went around referring to it as her little girl only to find out that it’s actually a little boy…something that my mother feels there is no shortage of in her family. So far she has three boys, three brothers, four nephews, and now two male cats and also a husband. So I suppose the never ending trend of males continues within the family.

With the shock of this new development comes a new question I have. It makes me wonder if I’ve been a girl this whole time too. This is very unlikely given the traits I have but then again it was unlikely for the cat to be a male and he was one. I have a beard and hair on my chest and I’m pretty sure I have a reproductive organ as well but there’s always a chance. I mean you never know. Maybe I’m a girl too and I’ve spent 35 years believing myself to be a man when I’m really a woman. I don’t think so though. This has actually turned out to be a very weird day.

I noticed that the last part of this post may be offensive to some people. Particularly the part about the possibility of me being a female. I can understand how that may be offensive to some people who may desire to have a sex change or who are transgender, ETC. Please be aware that it is not my intention to offend any of you in saying this. The comment was made solely out of the fact that I’m weirded out over the situation. If I did offend anyone, I do apologize.

This was the true story of how a boring day became one worth talking about in the weirdest way possible.