SEBASTIAN’S DIARY (Part 5)
Monday late evening
I am back in a cage at the place where I lived in the time between my two different moms.
The lady who met mom when she brought me here this morning was the same one who was here the day Julie chose me.
The lady was in a very bad mood with mom today and told her,
‘Cats are not rubbish to be thrown out when people please and didn’t you agree when you adopted Sebastian not to have him declawed?’
‘Yes but I changed my mind when I saw what his claws could do to my new furniture and apart from that, he’s turned out to be a dirty vicious thing’
The lady said to her,
‘You just don’t get it do you, this was a perfectly healthy, clean, loving cat, YOU and that corrupt vet you patronize have ruined his life by declawing him. Well I’m sorry, but in my opinion people like you shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near cats and don’t ever come here or to any other Shelter again asking for a cat’
‘Can’t you see how upset I am, I’ve spent good money on this cat. I could have just chucked it out to fend for itself but at least I’ve brought it back so I’m not that bad am I?’
‘Hmmm that’s a matter of opinion’
said the lady and she pushed a paper to mom for her to sign and then mom left. She didn’t even say goodbye to me or to the nice lady.
I’m very sad, I miss Julie already although I’m glad to be away from Jake and his horrible dog.
A man in a white coat came after mom had gone and looked at my paws and told the nice lady to keep a close eye on me and hopefully some kind person who understood the problems declawing can cause, would take pity on me and adopt me.
I have written a poem this evening:
With elegant toes and beautiful claws.
I really enjoyed stretching them out,
When exercising and running about.
They kept me smart as they groomed my coat
And kept the fur neat around my throat.
I thought I had my claws for good,
I thought my family understood
Just how much they meant to me,
But oh how wrong a cat can be!
One day I was taken to a frightening place,
I had no idea what I had to face.
I was put to sleep against my will
And woke up in pain and feeling ill.
My paws hurt so much I couldn’t stand,
How would I jump, how would I land?
Worse was to come, as I was later to see
Just what those people had done to me.
My toe ends and claws had gone for good
My family hadn’t understood.
I couldn’t ask why as I don’t have a voice,
Or free will, or any choice.
I started to bite there was no other way
For self defence, since that horrible day.
It hurt me to dig, so I messed on the floor.
And now my family don’t want me any more
So I’m caged in a shelter hurting and sad,
How could anyone treat me so bad?
My paws are aching, I feel very alone.
I wish someone kind would give me a home.
I am too tired to write any more today. The nice lady has gone and left me and the other cats here in our cages.
She said goodnight to us all before she went and she opened my cage and stroked my head and said how sorry she was for her mistake in letting that woman take me home and maybe she wasn’t right for all the responsibility of so many cats welfare.
I didn’t know what she meant but I felt so sad for her that I gave her a gentle butt on her hand and she started crying and it reminded me of Julie. I hope they have both stopped crying now.
I have a comfortable bed in my cage and food and water and a litter box filled with very soft litter which I can use without it hurting my poorly feet too much.
I can hear the other cats meowing. I expect they are wondering what will happen to them. I do hope no one like that horrible mom takes them home one day and then to that awful place where they cut cats toes off.
But for now we are all safe and I think I will try to get some sleep……