If this is your first visit, be sure to check out the FAQ by clicking the link above. You may have to register before you can post: click the register link above to proceed. To start viewing messages, select the forum that you want to visit from the selection below. |
|
|
Thread Tools | Display Modes |
#1
|
|||
|
|||
OT?: I just want to tell a story about my declawed cat. LONG (and maybe boring).
OT?: I just want to tell a story about my declawed cat. LONG (and
maybe boring). NOTE: I am not a good "storyteller." I just want to write a bit. Gabby first came to run my life almost a year ago now and one of my first questions arose from the misconceptions taught to me most of my life. Cats should be declawed. Quite luckily I occasionally realize that I am not smarter than the whole world -- although I still think I am crazier than 90% of the population -- and I decided to ask here first. A few arse chewings, some stern talk, wonderful and helpful advice, and at least 6 people e-mailing me to tell me how grave of a mistake I have the chance to make... I made my decision. Gabby was to keep his knives of kitty-doom. Eight or so months later and I thank the heavens each day that I made the choice I did. Then one dark and stormy night -- much like the night I found a shivering kitten under my car (Gabby) -- something scared the hell out of me as it brushed forcefully up against my legs. As daggers of icy fear raced up my spine severing my bladder control somewhere along the line, I glanced down and saw a massive kitty giving me tons of wet loving (from the storm people, the storm...). The acclamation process has been an interesting and honestly a bit more difficult one than I anticipated. But the real point of this story is that Phat Kat was sent to open my heart and truly make me understand. Someone had Phat Kat declawed. I watch my Phat Kat paw at the furniture, pillows, and the tops of my children's' heads as if he were playing bongo drums desperately acting out an instinct ingrained in him from DNA dating back thousands if not hundreds of thousands of years and I cry... I watch as Gabby dances around nimbly with his claws extended waiting for that opening -- and I watch as Phat Kat swipes Gabby in the face with his pillow paws over and over and over again -- and Gabby merely blinks. I sit here crying right now because it tears me apart to see his little cauliflower feet and those funny tufts of hair that stick up where toes should rightfully be. I think back to the times when even after all the sagely wisdom had been imparted upon me that I still considered a declaw for Gabby and it makes me so damned ashamed that I could literally stand in front of a mirror and punch myself in the face until something bleeds. I would say I am wiser now, not wise, wiser. And after everything that has happened I am still thankful to those who helped make me so. -- -Lost Remove the extra words to reply by e-mail. Don't e-mail me. I am kidding. No I am not. |
#2
|
|||
|
|||
I just want to tell a story about my declawed cat. LONG (and maybe boring).
"-Lost" wrote in message
... OT?: I just want to tell a story about my declawed cat. LONG (and maybe boring). NOTE: I am not a good "storyteller." I just want to write a bit. Gabby first came to run my life almost a year ago now and one of my first questions arose from the misconceptions taught to me most of my life. Cats should be declawed. Quite luckily I occasionally realize that I am not smarter than the whole world -- although I still think I am crazier than 90% of the population -- and I decided to ask here first. A few arse chewings, some stern talk, wonderful and helpful advice, and at least 6 people e-mailing me to tell me how grave of a mistake I have the chance to make... I made my decision. Gabby was to keep his knives of kitty-doom. Eight or so months later and I thank the heavens each day that I made the choice I did. Then one dark and stormy night -- much like the night I found a shivering kitten under my car (Gabby) -- something scared the hell out of me as it brushed forcefully up against my legs. As daggers of icy fear raced up my spine severing my bladder control somewhere along the line, I glanced down and saw a massive kitty giving me tons of wet loving (from the storm people, the storm...). The acclamation process has been an interesting and honestly a bit more difficult one than I anticipated. But the real point of this story is that Phat Kat was sent to open my heart and truly make me understand. Someone had Phat Kat declawed. I watch my Phat Kat paw at the furniture, pillows, and the tops of my children's' heads as if he were playing bongo drums desperately acting out an instinct ingrained in him from DNA dating back thousands if not hundreds of thousands of years and I cry... I watch as Gabby dances around nimbly with his claws extended waiting for that opening -- and I watch as Phat Kat swipes Gabby in the face with his pillow paws over and over and over again -- and Gabby merely blinks. I sit here crying right now because it tears me apart to see his little cauliflower feet and those funny tufts of hair that stick up where toes should rightfully be. I think back to the times when even after all the sagely wisdom had been imparted upon me that I still considered a declaw for Gabby and it makes me so damned ashamed that I could literally stand in front of a mirror and punch myself in the face until something bleeds. I would say I am wiser now, not wise, wiser. And after everything that has happened I am still thankful to those who helped make me so. I'm glad we were here to help. But there are lots of people who come here and *refuse* to accept the advice they're given after they ask for it (which is probably why you got "a few arse chewings" - we get frustrated with those and the trolls who are looking to stir trouble). So I'm especially glad that you were open-minded and willing to accept what we told you. And I'm glad you are willing to pass that advice along to others. Hugs, CatNipped -- -Lost Remove the extra words to reply by e-mail. Don't e-mail me. I am kidding. No I am not. |
Thread Tools | |
Display Modes | |
|
|
Similar Threads | ||||
Thread | Thread Starter | Forum | Replies | Last Post |
My baby turns 21 OT, possibly long (I haven't written it yet) andprobably boring | tanadashoes | Cat anecdotes | 37 | February 11th 08 09:34 PM |
Adoption Day!! Ok, a little late and long, and probably boring | tanadashoes | Cat anecdotes | 11 | September 21st 07 08:35 PM |
Good News, We Hope: OT, Probably Long, Boring and all the other warnings | Tanada | Cat anecdotes | 245 | August 28th 04 12:03 PM |
OT - Happy Purrday to me! (LONG and hoppefully amusing, but probably boring) | Magic Mood JeepĀ© | Cat anecdotes | 14 | January 14th 04 12:30 PM |
She's back! |
Stacey Sharpe | Cat anecdotes | 26 | November 4th 03 09:07 PM |