
One time a blogged about my cats. At the time they were Sammy and Charlie Brown. Well, Charlie, who was a kitten when we got him, is more to handle than I could manage. We got him declawed and fixed in hopes that he'd calm down. After two months he was still biting Sammy in attack mode. Poor Sammy took to hiding all day and maybe peeking out to get a lick of water and a bite of food. I've come to believe that the reason he made messes is because the "bully" C.B. wouldn't let him use the litter boxes. In the end, we had to make a choice. We thought that C.B. would be able to better adjust to a new home then old Sumo Sammy.
Within a week, out fat cat became a different cat. Sammy was more social and loving. I think he was just thanking us for taking the thorn out of his side (or the bite off his buttukee). Two weeks after that we got a new kitty and named her Kaylea. She so soft an cuddly. The cutest thing was the day she jumped up in the window beside Sammy and licked him on the forehead while he was sleeping. He opened one eye to see what was going on and then closed it again. She then curled up next to him. Yeah, I imagine he thinks life is much better now.
It's a good thing he's been altered, and she will too. The last thing we need is a batch of kittens. Well, I guess it's not the last thing, but it is low on our list.
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