You Gotta Do Pilates...Pt. 2

Despite my fervent prayers/attempts to otherwise distract myself, the conversation during last night's Pilates class between the instructor and the three (yes...3) of us that were in attendance never really seemed to end.

After we moved on from Billy Jr.'s mama's boy issues and cyst removal, we moved onto the next natural subject: the neutering of feral cats.

Because, really? When does that kind of information not come in handy?

But oh it does. While I was doing the Hundred and the Plank, I learned the Top 10 places to neuter cats (lest they show up on my back porch) within a 60 mile radius. Other fascinating topics included, but unfortunately were not limited to:

1) If and when one can lure a stray cat into a carrier for transport to the vet
2) The cost comparison of rabies shots throughout a tri-county area, and
3) Extremely detailed recovery time and post-op treatment

Umm...does this mean I can get into Child's Pose while y'all finish up? (But for real.)

All part of the small town charm? Maybe if you find rabies shots charming. This is almost making me long for my anonymous New York days, where no one would talk to you even when you had something interesting to say.

Also, after attending this Pilates class 3-4 times, I have a sneaking suspicion that she never changes the routine. Ever. It seems to be the exact class every.single.week.

Then again, maybe next time I'll chime in with stories about my students that would make stuffing a feral cat in a cage seem like a recreational activity. Maybe.