From the moment Morris and his brother were delivered to me, I knew I was in for it. Morris constantly used his brother as a shield and hissed whenever people came near. I had some experience with semi-feral kitties, and as disappointed as I was that this kitty would be around for a long time, I was not put off by any of Morris' antics.
Morris was scheduled for neuter shortly after I got him. Whenever I have "unaltered" animals, I get a little antsy wanting to get them "fixed" right away. Morris was no exception, but I wanted to give him time to settle down. In hindsight, waiting was probably very beneficial for Morris.
I was prompted to finally take Morris in to get neutered when his sister went into her second heat cycle. While I love a cat in heat as much as the next person (read: not at all), I didn't relish the thought of babies being born or being the indirect reason more babies were brought into this world. In the three months I had Morris, I noticed his gait was unusual and asked the vet to check him out while they had him.
Long and short, at some point Morris was caught by a predator either with very strong jaws or was hit by a car, fracturing both of his hips and his pelvis. He was always in pain and would require surgery on both hips to fix the problem. Life was about to get very very interesting for all of us.
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