Sweet little dummycat got neutered today. I told Mr. BT to tell his coworkers I got him a pink collar too.
He was super annoying last night because I wouldn't let him out. I figured he'd be dopey and chill from surgery for the rest of the day, but that's not happening. He's pacing between the front door, back door, and his little table by the window, opening the blinds with his face and yowling. I'm finding his little kitty Brazilian and empty nut sack pretty amusing, and I'm glad it doesn't seem to be bothering him at all.
Who has experience with this? Does his little kitty testosterone need to run its course? Any tips or suggestions?

I also picked up Thai food tonight for the first time in six months (it didn't pan out last time I was whining about it) and I ate too much too fast. Oof. Worth it.