Darwin was declawed Wednesday this week. I scheduled it on purpose for during my spring break so I could be home to take care of him. I REALLY didn't want to do it, but it became necessary after a few situations where things were destroyed. We really did try every sort of behavioral thing that we could think
of. We bought floor scratching pads, scratching posts, wrapped rope
around support beams in the basement, used spray water bottles when we
caught him in the act, gave him treats when he didn't scratch, but
things never got any better.
At nighttime the cats participate in what Doug and I call a "Whirling Dervish," which basically means they run around the house like a bunch of crazies. When Darwin comes to a doorway, he leaps and holds onto it with his claws and then slides down resulting in this... This is how most of the doorways look in my newly built home.
Okay, so the doorway can be fixed. It should only take hours of sanding and repainting all of the doorways in the house and then he'd probably do it all over again, but I REALLY didn't want to do the surgery.
THEN, a couple of months ago we bought a nice new desk for Doug's front office. It was a beautiful cherry wood with a leather inlaid top. We had spent months researching to find the right desk... and it wasn't exactly cheap. When it came, we spent hours putting it together. The next morning, we came downstairs and the leather top had been SHREDDED. Doug let me know that morning that if Darwin didn't have an appointment to be declawed by __ date, then my precious Darwin would running along the side of the road somewhere or at a kitty shelter. I begrudgingly made the appointment.
I dropped him off at the office for surgery on Wednesday and picked him up after work on Friday. Here are some pictures from my phone of Darwin right after we got back from the vet's office. Apparently, he didn't do very well in the little kennel after surgery and they had to put three different caution stickers on his cage. In these pictures, he only has one paw bandaged because he already took the other one off. When the bandages are ready to come off, the staff just cuts a slit at the top of it and let the animals take it off when they're ready. The vets didn't get to put a slit in the other one, I'm guessing because of Darwin's friendly office manner, so I took care of it later and he had slipped the bandage off by the next morning.


Darwin needs to stay in strict seclusion for the next two weeks with shredded paper litter to help him heal. They suggested a dog crate, but then I realized that we had an extra walk-in closet in one of the front bedrooms that has a window and everything. I pulled the cushion off of a seat that we had and he is set for the next two weeks. He actually seems happy with his little space and likes that he can look out the window and see all of the different happenings in the neighborhood. I also have some pain killers that the vet gave me to give him every other day.
Here are some of the latest photos that I took today with my nice camera. He's actually doing VERY well. He obviously isn't running around and playing like he used to, but he's been very affectionate and purring a lot whenever I pet him (which is a lot). He doesn't look like he is in any pain that I can tell.
Cleaning his paws.
Poor kitty! You can see the stitches and other yuck from one of his paws in this picture.
See, he's okay!
Before I get any warnings on, "He can't go outside anymore." Don't worry! Darwin has always been an indoor cat out of necessity with his medium
long fur. At first he was pretty interested in the outside, but after a
few supervised walks with big scary dogs barking at him, he decided
that the outdoors was not something that interested him. So he is perfectly content most days with being indoors.