My husband required that I have my cat declawed in order for him to join the family.

I went to the shelter and picked out a cat on his last day there.

I suppose that letting him die would have been kinder than turning him into a spoiled rotten much loved indoor cat who has never seemed to notice that he doesn't have his front claws.

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Brian Rad: Try and feel the brisk sensation that that big cold wet dead fish I like to call reality produces as it smacks you upside the head.