Reply #31: I was given a sweet little kitten once

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that had been declawed. For a while it was a dear, but once it grew some it would stalk me. I had to close my bedroom door at night and on emerging the next morning the cat would be ready for me, jump on my back and sink its teeth into me. Then would start on my arms and legs. I had never had a cat like that and changed its name from Buster to Count Catula. I finally had to have it put down which is something I didn't want to do. In fact I cried all the way to the vet because I had to do something. The vet told me he saw one or two like that every year and I should not feel bad about having it put down. Someone else had it declawed and it took out its revenge on me.