"We had a mess."

Not exactly the words you expect to hear when you go to the vet to pick up your cat.

The mess wasn't a pregnancy, either, though Gwiffen certainly looked at least a little pregnant to me. It turns out that her abdomen was rounded due to some sort of bloody mass in her uterus. I didn't think to ask what caused it until I was on my way to work later, mostly because I just wanted to get her home and comfortable. The vet said he'd only seen it two other times in his years of practice. To judge by his age, I'd guess he's had a practice for a good long while.

But she will be fine, now that everything is gone. It would have killed her eventually, he thinks, so I'm glad I got her spayed when I did.