you have permission to laugh at me

Last November, I found a lady with tuxedo kittens in need of a home. I love this type of tabby and knew I wanted one.  I took my daughter and we selected a beautiful healthy little girl.  She has some adorbable quirks.  Prefers water coming out of a faucet and likes to curl up in the vanity sink in the bathrooms.  She doesn't even mind the water coming over her side and belly if we turn on the water to try to get her to leave the sink. Every morning, she greets our dog with an obligatory tail salute so the dog can get her morning sniff. She tries to play with the dog and they compete to see who gets there first when we throw a ball. It sounds like a tornado when they race each other down the stairs! My dog has thick fur around her head and neck, so when the cat tries to play attack, she never gets to skin.  The dog just looks at her like she has lost her mind.  I have a screened-in porch and they love to go out there to watch the squirrels and chipmunks digging around.

A couple of days ago, though, I thought I smelled an acrid smell like cat urine gone bad.  I looked around and saw a recent spray on the wall.  I thought that was kind of odd, but washed off the wall and got distracted by something else.  Until today it hit me.  Girl cats don't usually spray walls.  So I looked, and yes, my cat is not a girl.  I wonder if we should change her name, but Serafina fits her.  Just like the pink sparkly collar she wears. I have never had a male pet before.  She is going to get neutered now and I hope it's early enough that she has not developed a desire to keep spraying.  I don't know if I can adjust to her being a guy.  And I'm not telling my daughter she is a he cuz then I would have to explain how I know. I will tell her after the neuter. But at least now I know why she is quirky!  LOL!