Get Fuzzy by Darby Conley for December 14, 2017

This is good, thanks Conley…

20%? That can’t be right.

the second bullet is spot on… apparently the software doesn’t recognize a “#2” to start the sentence.

The majority of strays in my neighborhood are from house renters. When they move the toss the poor things out! Sad situation. We catch what we can, spay/neuter, and try to find them homes. We have 7 inside…if I could take them all I would…and I am dog person, lol. We have went to no-kill shelters and they are full.

I love my two rescues (One from the parking lot of our apartment)

Our 2 cats have exterminated 17 rodents in 12 months, probably more. (Indoor / outdoor)

When my dog died, the most sincere sympathy I got was from my undeclawed black cat. He would rub his cheek against mine and purr. He seemed to know when I was feeling the worst and gave up his usual catting around to stay by my side and comfort me. Anyone who thinks that cats don’t show affection probably has a cat that hasn’t seen any from them.

Our cat was approximately 8 years old (and 16 pounds) when we adopted him. The age is just a guess as the shelter folk really can’t know. However, he had been declawed and then abandoned by his previous owners. One of his ears is permanently scarred and folded over due to injuries sustained while running free. (It looks like a boxer’s cauliflower ear so we call him Rocky.) He’s just as sweet and gentle as can be.

It takes a low, low person to declaw a cat and then abandon him on the streets. In fact, “person” is probably the wrong word.

I’m not a great cat person ( as my avatar will show) but de-clawing them is just cruel.

I’m typing this one handed holding Amy Cat in my lap with the other. Amy showed up in our rural yard in July 2005. Here she is in Feb 2006 moments after first consenting to be touched:

https://www.flickr.com/photos/95092956@N00/17084120159/in/datetaken/

Amy is named for an internet friend who was a big advocate of getting strays adopted. She died of an aneurysm between when the cat showed up and was adopted.

Most people are stupid indeed.

I hate people who hate animals. I hope they suffer and burn. No excuses.

Get a dog.

There ae several feral cats that hang around my neighbor’s yard -and mine. She’s made sure that they’re all spayed, and she sets out food. I see some of them occasionally when I get my morning paper; it gives me someone to say “Hi!” to.

One thing – this is an old house and some of the floorboards on the front porch are warped, with a gap at one spot. The cats can get through the gap and like to find shelter under my porch. Fine with me; I’m leaving the gap open, thank you very much.

Pretty kitties.

Personally, I don’t like the term “hoarding” when used for something animate, it objectifies. Example 1) I hoarded bicentennial quarters as a child, thinking that some day they would be valuable.Example 2) Mrs. Jones has an obsessive-compulsive disorder that endangers animals. 60 cats were discovered at her house in various states of distress and neglect.

For 30 years now all our cats have been adoptions from shelters and idiots, with an occasional feral brought in for good measure.

Most industrial nations have made de-clawing illegal. Vets can lose their license if they do it. If you can’t handle the claws you aren’t suitable to have a cat. Would you cut off your dog’s toes? Why the heck would you do it to a cat?

I am supervised to find out that cats don’t breed in the wild.

Any Overpopulation is a result of stupid humans, mother nature has a way of solving overpopulation, except for the overpopulation of Humans.

I volunteer at an open door shelter. They take any and everything that comes to their doors, more than 9000 a year. Sometimes they have to euthanize, although they don’t like to. No kills can reject animals.

I’ve always just trimmed my indoors cats nails every two weeks and never any shredding damage. To train a cat to accept the clipping, start out by laying out a strip of towel; gently roll the cat up in the roll and then reach in, one at a time, for a paw and cut the sharp tip off. No pain and never had any furniture or draperies damage. For my outdoor cats, I leave their nails alone as they may need for defense

After they moved into a retirement apartment complex, my mother – AKA “She Who Must Be Obeyed” – was determined to have the cat declawed. In one of the rare cases of her not getting things her way, my dad would not allow it.

I suspect it had something to do with the six toes that were amputated in 1945.

We took in two unwanted kittens found in a dumpster. Brother and sister. They were rescued by a group and we adopted them. No declawing, just spayed and neutered and their regular shots. They scratch their posts and things and do not destroy the furniture. They have known love here for their two years of life. However, as he matured the boy cat started chewing my shoes. Nothing else. Just my shoes. We tried all the things the vet suggested, even kitty Prozac. Finally, in desperation I began spraying all my shoes with bitter apple which prevents chewing. It irritates my feet but shoes are expensive as I have an orthotic condition. What did he do? He got into my closet and chewed up my snow boots which I had not sprayed as they were in the closet. He found a way to open the French doors on the closet to get to them. In the last 4 months he has destroyed over $300 in shoes. The rescue group has disbanded, and the shelter is not only full, but they say they cannot place cats with problems. So if he chews one more pair of shoes he goes to the vet to be put down. It may distress his sister, but I cannot afford new shoes every frigging month, or continue with the foot irritation which causes blisters. In exchange for love and care, we were poorly repaid. We’ll never have cats again.