"Meeeoow~" A shrill, kittenish cry escaped Scott Sterling's throat.
He stuck out his paws, struggling with all his might.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Gina Gable exclaimed in surprise. She grabbed a nearby towel, pinned him down, and quickly swaddled him like a burrito. "Alright, alright! I'll stop looking, I'll stop looking!" she cooed. "How are you so shy already? Looks like I'll have to bring you in to get neutered sooner rather than later."
Bound and unable to move, Scott Sterling let out an even more pathetic wail upon hearing her words.
'Neutered?!'
'You pervert!!'
'Looking wasn't enough for you, now you want to castrate me?!'
'Somebody, help me!!!'
"He's certainly got a lot of spirit, meowing so loudly," the vet said with a pleased expression. "Kittens like this are resilient. The weather's getting colder, so just make sure to keep him warm and don't let him catch a cold."
