*sigh*
My friend has a kitten named Lincoln. (Link for short.)
I went with her to pick him up when he was only 6 weeks old*, and helped her pick out his food and litter and what-not, so it's hard for me to not worry about him. I was there on the first day of his new life...
Things didn't start off too good; the first thing my friend's Aunt did was bathe him in cheap Walmart flea meds the second he got into her house.. I cuddled with him for the next hour because he was shivering, I don't know if from fear or cold.
Within the next few days, I found out: her Aunt returned all the wet food we bought and replaced it with dry, changed his litter (no idea why) and declared he was getting declawed when it was time for neutering. I was obviously very upset. I voiced to her that I would never declaw any of my cats but didn't say much more because I was a guest in her house and had only met her once or twice before. I instead tried to talk to my friend, but the answer was basically 'her house, her rules' and I didn't press further.
Over the next month or so, I helplessly watched as she proceeded to teach Link that hands were toys. I tried to tell her that the reason he attacked her hands when she would go to pet him was because he can't tell the difference between hands for play and hands for petting. He scratched her, bit her, attacked her legs, attacked her face, and though she would briefly complain, she would always only see him as a cuddly kitten who could do no harm. I bought him a bird on a stick toy so she would have a way to interact with him without hands, but she quickly lost it. I then bought him a kickaroo but she lost that too. It was always a losing battle. I hoped that one day she would realize that the only person he didn't attack was me. And it was for a good reason.
Yesterday his fate was sealed. Her Aunt went to pick him up to cuddle and he scratched her badly in the face, nearly getting her in the eye. His declaw appointment is today.
I was devastated when I found out. I worry that his muscles won't grow in right because he's still so young. I asked her why they weren't waiting till 6 months anymore, and I was told because of the attack on her Aunt. I put more effort into persuading her this time, but it didn't go anywhere. Later on in the day, I asked her if I could at least get him some litter that wouldn't be so harsh on his feet, she told me she wasn't sure if her Aunt would use it or not.... I was furious.
I couldn't believe that she would let her Aunt dictate what she can and can't do WITH HER OWN CAT! She tried to argue that her Aunt can tell her what to do about Link because she's the one allowed her to keep him in the first place. I don't buy it. I tried to explain to her how ridiculous that is. That I couldn't believe she had to go ask to use a new litter for a few days just in order to help him with some of his pain....
I cut my losses and told her to at least take the litter. She didn't even have to use it, just take it to make me feel better. I told her I wouldn't mention the subject anymore. Some small terrible part of me wants something bad to happen. For him to bite someone or pee all over the house so I can say I told you so. So that maybe the loss of his claws weren't for nothing. So that when her Aunt takes him to the shelter (which she undoubtedly would), my friend would learn her lesson and no other cats will have to suffer this fate under her hands...
The rest of me prays he's okay. Prays he heals quick. Prays he calms down. Prays he's not in too much pain.
All of me is crying.
My friend has a kitten named Lincoln. (Link for short.)
I went with her to pick him up when he was only 6 weeks old*, and helped her pick out his food and litter and what-not, so it's hard for me to not worry about him. I was there on the first day of his new life...
Things didn't start off too good; the first thing my friend's Aunt did was bathe him in cheap Walmart flea meds the second he got into her house.. I cuddled with him for the next hour because he was shivering, I don't know if from fear or cold.
Within the next few days, I found out: her Aunt returned all the wet food we bought and replaced it with dry, changed his litter (no idea why) and declared he was getting declawed when it was time for neutering. I was obviously very upset. I voiced to her that I would never declaw any of my cats but didn't say much more because I was a guest in her house and had only met her once or twice before. I instead tried to talk to my friend, but the answer was basically 'her house, her rules' and I didn't press further.
Over the next month or so, I helplessly watched as she proceeded to teach Link that hands were toys. I tried to tell her that the reason he attacked her hands when she would go to pet him was because he can't tell the difference between hands for play and hands for petting. He scratched her, bit her, attacked her legs, attacked her face, and though she would briefly complain, she would always only see him as a cuddly kitten who could do no harm. I bought him a bird on a stick toy so she would have a way to interact with him without hands, but she quickly lost it. I then bought him a kickaroo but she lost that too. It was always a losing battle. I hoped that one day she would realize that the only person he didn't attack was me. And it was for a good reason.
Yesterday his fate was sealed. Her Aunt went to pick him up to cuddle and he scratched her badly in the face, nearly getting her in the eye. His declaw appointment is today.
I was devastated when I found out. I worry that his muscles won't grow in right because he's still so young. I asked her why they weren't waiting till 6 months anymore, and I was told because of the attack on her Aunt. I put more effort into persuading her this time, but it didn't go anywhere. Later on in the day, I asked her if I could at least get him some litter that wouldn't be so harsh on his feet, she told me she wasn't sure if her Aunt would use it or not.... I was furious.
I couldn't believe that she would let her Aunt dictate what she can and can't do WITH HER OWN CAT! She tried to argue that her Aunt can tell her what to do about Link because she's the one allowed her to keep him in the first place. I don't buy it. I tried to explain to her how ridiculous that is. That I couldn't believe she had to go ask to use a new litter for a few days just in order to help him with some of his pain....
I cut my losses and told her to at least take the litter. She didn't even have to use it, just take it to make me feel better. I told her I wouldn't mention the subject anymore. Some small terrible part of me wants something bad to happen. For him to bite someone or pee all over the house so I can say I told you so. So that maybe the loss of his claws weren't for nothing. So that when her Aunt takes him to the shelter (which she undoubtedly would), my friend would learn her lesson and no other cats will have to suffer this fate under her hands...
The rest of me prays he's okay. Prays he heals quick. Prays he calms down. Prays he's not in too much pain.
All of me is crying.