And by that, I mean - how to tell if it's a boy or a girl.
Recently, we took our youngest two kittens in to be spayed. Laverne and Shirley; they are so cute and completely inseparable. They are also identical. It was hard enough not to let them have anything to eat after 7:00 p.m. the night before; I didn't really care who was who, as long as they didn't eat.
When the hubster dropped them at the vet, the tech asked him which one was Laverne and which one was Shirley. He said "I don't know - it doesn't really matter...we just pretend to tell them apart."
Of course, the vet was sure this couldn't be so, but upon closer inspection, he and his tech agreed that they were pretty much twins. Or so they thought.
Shirley went first...got her shots, her worming and blood tests and then she went under the knife.
Next was Laverne. All was quite well until the minor surgery, which turned into exploratory surgery, failed to turn up a uterus. Poor Laverne, as it turns out, is actually a VERNE. To tell you the truth, I wasn't upset at all about the poor guy having two sets of stitches (which the vet most humbly did not charge us for). I was more testy about the fact that it totally ruined my naming strategy!!! Lenny and Squiggy go in next week!!! What am I supposed to tell them about Laverne!?!?
And you can just forget about Carmine!!!
