Friday, March 31, 2006

 

Dependent claws

Ice-T, shown here as the kitty version of a tween, undergoing early political orientation, goes under the knife today! His little toesies will be sore!

After long and anguished consideration -- and getting a bunch of new furniture last weekend -- I decided to have his front claws whacked off.

He has been outside, like, three times, since we made him a house cat. Just before Christmas, he rode with me to Starbucks and back. Once since then, I took him out on the porch and when a car came by he freaked out and climbed my head like a tree.

Ice-T is agoraphobic. We are committed to havin' a house cat. Who knew?

Thus and so: Off with his talons!

Y'all who are opposed to such on principle, feel free to beat me about the head and shoulders. Fact is, my new, oh-so-comfy leather recliner -- and Dr. ER's new chaise lounge -- didn't leave room in the house for such principles.

Not to worry: I love my kitty, and as his Lord and Savior, I will take care of him.

--ER

Comments:
Amenials were put here to serve man! Your wish is their command.
 
Even being the cat lover that I am, especially of black cats, I don't have a problem with declawing. That is, as long as the owner is sure kitty doesn't get out. (A friend just took in a declawed stray. It's amazing the coyotes didn't get him!)

You'll still need to "train" Ice-T to stay off the leather, or at least keep it covered with a blanket or something. A cat's back claws can still do damage. If Ice-T is asleep in your chair and Bailey startles him, Ice-T is going to use his back claws for the traction to get the heck out of there.

On second thought, it might be easier to train the dogs... ;)
 
I think Ice-T's twin went to the same doc, today! I could not have told them apart -- not on appearance alone. Same eyes even!

The other kitty's name was Harley-D. He, too, his daddy said, was rescued -- from life in a pizza box in an alley behind a Pizza Hut.
 
Another lesson learned:

Do not attempt to put a cat in an upright carrier, hind legs first, while nekkid in a morning rush.
 
No, no, no, you misunderstand, Nick!

He was born a Republican. Then his eyes opened.

Now, Ice-T is a natural Dem. In the pic, I'm just teachin' him some local Dem history!

:-)
 
BTW, E.W. Floyd was Charles Arthur "Pretty Boy" Floyd's brother and the sheriff of my home county for many years.

I come by my rob-the-rich-for-the-sake-of-the-poor ideas honestly. Rooted in the history of the hills the Floyds stomped in.
 
I hear your Great-Grandpa's brothers and mother were thrown in the clink after brawling over Chester A. Arthur's Administration enacted the first general Federal immigration law. I hear that "Them's fightin words" was coined that day also.
 
That is pretty dadgum close to the truth!
 
So, here's the nekkid story:

Ice-T spent the night in the bedroom, so he couldn't get to food or water, since he was on a pre-surgery fast. This morning, I slipped out to get the coffee going. When I came back, I had to scoot him with the bedroom door and holler at him and scoot him with my foot to keep him from escaping. I go to the shower. When I get out, he's meowing and clawing at the door (getting THAT out of his system), so I think, "Well I'll just put him in the carrier now." Benekkid, I scoop him up with one hand and grab the carrier with the other, setting it down back-end first, front up, on the bed. Having never put a cat in a carrier before, I try putting him in hind legs first. No way. Claws extended, legs spread. Ain't gonna happen. Takes a try or two, though, for me to get it. So, then I turn him up head down and just plunk him through the hole and zip up the carrier door real fast. Wet. Nekkid. He was not amused. Nor was I. :-)

However, no kitty cats, nor naughty bits, were injured in the playing out of this morning comedy in the ER household!
 
You just wait til you get him home. He will remember.
 
First you bring the cat inside. Then you cut out his claws. The shame, the shame . . .
 
I simply don't know what to say.
Red Necks do not declaw their cats.
Cats may take a long time, but they get even. Be ready for it.
 
Well, now, um, I guess he really is a -- ahem -- ah, well, a pussy cat.

:-)

Says Dr. ER about Drlobojo's admonition: "Cat people are so weird. We're not cat people. We just happen to have a cat."

:-)
 
Hey! >:(

I think dog people are a might tetched as well. So I guess we're even. ;)
 
ER tell Dr. ER that:
The Egyptian Goddess Bast, the sacred goddess of cats, will visit you in your sleep tonight and she will explain things to both of you.
Let me know how it goes guys.
 
You are supposed to make confetti cat litter out of newspapers to protect his little bandaged paws for awhile. Got a shredder? I mean, besides the cat.
 
The doc said to get old-fashioned clay litter. ... I am fixin' to go pick up the critter. Will he tag me as the mean person who took him to the scary place, or the nice daddy who came to rescue him???
 
I know where you live.
 
And I'll drive him there.
 
Dr. ER says, "Tell him I slept with a corgi in the room last night, just in case."
 
A gorgi would be but a mouth full for the jackle Enubs.
 
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