A traumatic day for Cuddles the cat.  I took him to the vet this morning to get his balls cut off.  That was fairly straightforward for me but I would not pretend that it as a pleasure for him.

Anyway, back home and awake again, Izzy went down to play with in in the basement.  I heard Anne screaming for me to bring down scissors.  I rushed down to find Cuddles being strangled by a piece of plastic wire that Izzy had put on him to 'lead' him around.  Anne shouting, Izzy screaming as I attempted to cut the bloody thing whilst Cuddles sank his teeth into me.  Two good bits with his little, razor-sharp teeth.  I did manage to cut the damn thing but the poor cat was, of course traumatised.  Castrated and near strangled in the space of a couple of hours.
Poor Izzy was desperately upset and had to be consoled for an hour.  She really does take these things to heart and was asking forgiveness hours afterwards.