When I came to live at The Lounge, I had been declawed on my front feets.
Thankfully all my furblings are nice and I don't need them for defense...
...and there are these most excellent carpeted ridges for me to stretch out what is left of my toes; because declawing IS amputation and my toes ARE stumps.
I know I'm a lucky boy to end up in such a great situation.
Can you believe this is the THIRD place I've lived??
And, Thank Cod, my Forever Home.
XX Sylvester XX