A friend of mine in grad school, when excusing himself to go to the men’s room, always said, “I gotta go see a man about a dog.” Well, I have cats, not a dog, but there comes a time when you have to see a man about a cat, too. Especially when it’s a boy cat, and the boy cat hits that age — roughly six months, roughly 4 kilograms in weight, when he starts spraying and longing to venture forth off your 3rd floor balcony and see what the neighborhood she-cats have to offer. (And by the way, when …