For some reason, a lot of readers are interested in the new little kitty that took up residence at my house.
Well, poor Astrid is having quite a bad day. In fact, he is hiding and I haven't seen him in a few hours.
I thought it was next week, but this morning Astrid was declawed and neutered. Poor thing. He just looked miserable when he came home. He stayed in his crate for an hour or so...then got on my bed....and now has disappeared completely somewhere whithin the house (which worries me) but I guess I would hide too if I was hurting as he probably is.
Declawing is always a tough decision for me. It seems cruel. However, Astrid was attacking all of the fabrics in the house...climbing indoor trees...and basically tearing my skin to shreds. In the end, it will all be for the best.
Send the little guy your happy thoughts. I'm hoping he will feel better soon and make an appearance.
P.S. We still are in shock that he is a boy kitty and both Gary and I frequently call him a she. This will be a hard transition.
All the best, Bratprince.
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