Misty And Her Declawed Paw Ulcer
by Elisa Black-Taylor
Misty shows off her paw ulcer
Hi everybody! It’s Misty here again. I just wanted to give everyone an update on my life as a declawed cat.
I’ve got a boo-boo on my front paw. Sissy Laura calls it an ulcer and I got it because declawed. She checks my paws every day for sores. Today is the first time she found one. I guess I walk a little funny, being declawed and all. It’s kinda like if you had to walk and stand on your wrists. Not so easy, is it?
Anyway, Sissy put some cream on my paw. It’s not really bad yet because she was so quick at finding it before I hurt it any worse.
I really don’t see how I walk enough on my paws to hurt anything. I don’t enjoy walking like I used to. I can’t go outside because I have no way to defend myself. I don’t even like to play tag with the other cats. I’m afraid one of them will turn around and play slap me and find out I can’t defend myself.
It’s so depressing being a declawed cat. I have a new hiding place now. I like my new favorite spot because I can hide so no one will interact with me. I live in a kitchen cupboard above the sink. I managed to get the cupboard door open one day and liked it in there. Sissy cleaned it out so I’d have room to lie down and nap and hide.
Mama Elisa made some new pictures of me. She also made one of my paw so everybody can see the little sore.
By the way, that’s my happy look in my pictures. I really don’t smile anymore. All of the things I used to smile about were taken away from me. First when my former family had me declawed and then when my former family threw me away for behavior problems. They just didn’t understand that declawing me made me that way.
It’s really sad that the only reason I’m writing this is because of my paw ulcer. There’s no other need to write because things stay the same day after day.
Cocoa is still my best friend, but my new friend Miss Kitty lives on top of the refrigerator during the day to keep me company. She sleeps with Mama Elisa at night so I’m alone. I really don’t mind. I just wish I had the desire to play like I used to.
Sissy Laura pets me and holds me every day. I “talk” to her and I think she understands me. I’m still eating Nutra-stat as a treat because my appetite isn’t what it used to be. I’ve learned to paw at the tube to get an extra dab of it.
I’m sure my paw will be just fine in a few days. I have the best family in the world taking care of me.
I’m gonna go and let Cocoa have his turn now.
Hello everyone, Cocoa here. I lay on the television set and I lie on the back of the couch and try to chew on Mama Elisa’s hair. I feel the same as always. Robbed of my claws, my youth, my life! Goodbye for now.
As you may have noticed, Misty was in a talkative mood. Cocoa doesn’t have much to say. Declawed cats have been physically and emotionally deprived. Nothing can give back what’s been taken from them. All we can do for Misty and Cocoa now is to give them as much love and comfort as possible.
There’s a big difference between our declawed cats and our cats with their claws. It’s called PLAYING. Our declawed cats never, ever play. Not with us or the other cats. We don't know if that's because of physical or emotional pain. Both cats have been through a lot, first by being declawed and then by being abandoned and left to die on death row in a shelter.
Think about Misty and Cocoa and what declawing has done to their personalities. I compare it to psychosurgery, meaning it mentally destroys a cat.