Hey Internet. I had all sorts of ideas for my post today, and I know they say not to post when you are angry, but I am RAGING and honestly, can’t care to care right now.
Those of you who know me know I LOVE my cat. Binx is my 23 pound cat baby and I can honestly say that in worrying about my upcoming move, I have worried more about that darn cat than I have about myself. I’ve moved before. I can handle it. But what about my baby?!
Now, if you met my cat you might notice a few things right away: 1) He is HUGE. 2) He is probably hiding his head in the crook of my arm. 3) He is missing some fur on the front of his legs. The first observation is totally true. He is huge (not fat. Just closer in size to a baby panther than a house cat). The second and third observation are related.
My cat is a total chicken.
He is scared of his own shadow. Literally, half an hour ago a firework went off and he almost killed my other cat, Linus, by practically landing on him in his terror leaping off the counter and out of the room as fast as his giant legs could take him. He will probably emerge from my mothers bed in half an hour or so.
His missing hair is because he over-grooms. My vet says its an anxiety thing. He is trying to cope with this big scary thing called life and he grooms his legs too much because that is something he can control.
I get that. It is one of the reasons I love him so much – I understand this cat on a deep, psychological level. Our crazies complement each other.
In getting ready to move, it has terrified me that Binx won’t adjust well to the move. I don’t know how he will survive 18 hours in a car and completely new place. What if he can’t handle it? What if he is lonely without my other cats? What if he gets depressed?
Am I projecting? Absolutely. But the fear is real.
My cat friends have pointed out that cats are tougher than we give them credit for – he will be ok. And they are right. But I still worry.
So where is my rage coming from? It turns out that certain places require that cats be declawed if they are going to live there.
Yeah. Now, when I got Binx I made a well informed and completely conscious decision not to declaw him. I am completely against declawing and frankly don’t think it should be allowed except for extreme medical circumstances. (Your cat have claw-cancer? Sure. Declaw him). But I don’t believe in declawing as an anti-scratching measure. And here is why: Did you know that decalwing a cat is basically the same thing as amputating all of their fingers below the second knuckle? Did you know that declawing a cat can lead to behavior and personality changes? Did you know some countries have outlawed declawing because it is considered cruel? Maybe not – we live in a country where peoples carpets and couches are often thought more important than sparing our pets that kind of pain.
Believe me, I’m not hating on you if you declaw your cats. My first two cats are declawed (front only) because OUR VET TOLD US TO and we were first time cat owners and not fully informed. So hating on people for declawing their cats would be totally hypocritical of me.
But I drew the line at declawing Binx. He is my cat. I got him as a kitten when I graduated from college, and knew when I got him that I couldn’t declaw him. Seeing him go through the pain of getting neutered (something I TOTALLY believe in – SPAY AND NEUTER YOUR PETS PEOPLE), was enough for me to know that I couldn’t put him through the needless (and extreme) pain of declawing. That is what I chose as his owner.
The fact that some places REQUIRE cats to be declawed has me LIVID. Instead of sitting down and having a nice dinner and writing a number of nice blog posts, I paced around my house shaking my fist at the sky and holding Binx and trying not to cry.
I turned to the Internet and the cat lovers of the world surrounded me in love and rebelliousness (you know, except for the person who told me to “get rid of the cat.” I HOPE that was a joke, but I was in no state to take that kind of joke). Because you CANNOT tell me to declaw my two year old 23 pound cat. He is too old, too big, and too emotionally fragile.
And there are so many alternatives!!! Cutting their nails, claw caps, scratching posts, all of which I was planning on doing!
Ok. I know I have totally outed myself as a crazy cat lady. I know I have raged pretty hard against the man. I know that this post might not make sense to non-cat people. But at the end of the day, I think it is important. But I need to calm down. So lets look at some cat pictures and relax: