*This has nothing to do with food. Or running. Or biking. Or yoga. It revolves around a new fluffy baby in the house so only read if you love cats.
Step 1: When people ask you why you don't have children yet, respond with "because the cats rule my life." People in the South love that.
Step 2: Decide 2 cats simply isn't enough. Head to a local animal shelter and pick up another one.
Step 3: Drop everything once the cat comes home. Don't do any work, don't exercise, don't sleep in a bed with your husband. Stay in a separate room with the cat to ensure he recovers from his little surgery. (Bye-bye, balls!)
Step 4: Deal with the guilt that only a crazy cat woman would have: how to divide your time between your two existing cats and the new baby.
The little guy is actually really young - we aren't sure exactly how old he is but guessing somewhere around 6 weeks. He was at the shelter without his momma so it was deemed appropriate for him to be neutered as long as we would be able to take good care of him. He was a little drunk on anesthesia when we brought him home but he seems fine now - eating, running around and exploring and purring loudly when he gets cuddles.
Cutest thing in the world. The end.