Poor Butters

My sweet little Butters got neutered on Monday. He was very sad. He cried all the way there, but when I picked him up he wouldn't talk to me. He just hid under the blankets on my bed til Clint got home. It was obvious that he was crying because his eyes where all red and the fur on his cheeks were wet. He really likes his pain meds. We gave him his last dose last night and when I got up this morning he had torn the house apart; wires hanging, stools tipped over, cat food everywhere. He had way too much fun. I hope what they say is true, that neutered cats calm down. If not I'm in trouble.