Wednesday, November 11, 2009

It's Her, The Claws or Me

We came to a difficult decision yesterday. We wrestled with the implications such a decision would make for weeks, going back and forth. The doctor had given us a stern talk, full of warnings and cautions. His final words were, "The only way this is acceptable is if you say she will have no home if we don't." Yikes.

Yes.

No.

It's not natural.

It would be inhumane.

If we don't do something, she has to go.

It required an uncomfortable, guilt inducing phone call. The person on the other end of the line was understanding. I took a deep breath and said the magic words:

"I'm calling to make a change in the surgery schedule. Miss Izzy has an attitude and it is expressed with her claws. If we don't do something, it's going to either be her, her claws or me finding a new home. . ."

Surgery is schedule for the 17th. Sorry Izz. . . but one part of this little problem has to go.


Don't be fooled by the cute exterior. I'm convinced that she's laying there on the kitchen table in the sun thinking, "Awww. . . they think I'm so cute! They don't realize I'm waiting for them to let their guard down so that I can kill them and take over the empire!!!"

2 comments:

random thougths said...

It does seem inhumane...BUT, so does putting her back out to fend for herself. As long as she keeps her back claws, she will still be able to defend herself. Most cats really fight mostly using the rear... a few day/ week worth of pain was worth it to have the long life I've shared w/ Jake and Babe

Tanya said...

As pampered as the Princess is, she will never need to fight for anything more than wherever her throne is at the moment! =)