Someday.. he will be howling in soprano cause my SOG knife will take the "play" right out of him for awhile.
When I was a teenager after hunting on a farm one day, my hunting partner, noticing all the cats around the barn, mentioned to the farmer that he had a male cat he needed to have "fixed". The farmer said that around there they just stuff the cat head first into an old rubber boot, used a razor blade on them, then swabbed a little iodine on it. "They'll be mad at you for a couple of days, but they get over it".
Still locks my knees together thinking about it.