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Originally Posted by Kittymom4
Well at the sake of being ignorant and possibly making you mad - I'm not insinuating you don't know how or anything like that ...
But are you sure that your / your husband are being gentle enough and there is no possibility that when you're extracting the claws (not trimming) that you could be causing any discomfort?
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I'm sure. Among other things, his claws are thick and don't retract all the way like most cat's claws. They're very easy to expose.
It's not the claw clipping we're realizing,...it's the being picked up. He's always hated being picked up from the day I brought him home. And we don't pick him up by the scruff. He's picked up under the chest and supported under the rump.
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Now, believe me I KNOW that some cats are just drama queens - I have one. If you look at her or walk within four feet of her she screams like your hacking off a leg!
But something just isn't adding up here.
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Oh it's adding up with Zeb alright.
Cats are smart and crafty and have good memories. Zeb is wise enough to avoid my husband now, knowing he may pick him up. He makes sure he's far enough away that DH can't touch him. Oddly enough, once he was picked up, he didn't mind me fondling his paws and gently squeezing out the claws. This is the clue that makes us suspect it's not the claw trimming but the being picked up he hates. But then, even if he's sleeping all I have to do is touch his paw and he's gone like a bat out of hell. Tomorrow I'll have to pick him up and hand him to DH because his claws already need to be trimmed. It's possible someone did hurt him trimming his claws before I got him. He was 4.5 months old and his claws were trimmed when I got him. His first trip to the vet got him another claw trim. He can't tell me why he's this way.
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I have one that is very difficult to trim - Grace aka the drama queen. It takes two of us and I always dread it. She screams and wails. My husbands picks her up from behind and he can't sit down with her. I just grab a foot mid air and nip away as fast as I can while being sure not to quick her. It's nerve racking at it's best. She's five and it's always the same But Grace is kind of a touch me not anyway we can NEVER pick her up and she barely sits in your lap anyway. She runs if my hubby comes down the hall at her to fast
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How would he pick her up if she wouldn't let him near her? How does he get her from behind without her seeing him? Zeb will not allow my husband near enough to touch him now - from any side. Strangely enough, this afternoon DH was sitting in the sunroom taking a break and Zeb went over to him and did the roll-over belly-up act for a chin rub. He let DH rub his chin but as soon as DH went to stand up.... Zeb was gone into the tangle of tropical plants now indoors for the winter.
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Zeb may just be like that. It's something you'll all just have to learn to deal with I'm so sorry. It's no fun. But once you've crossed off all the other things that you're not in any way hurting him - there could be nothing possible wrong like a nail fungus or anything weird. Then it just is what it is.
Even IF you were to consider having the front de claw done - you would still have to trim the back claws. This what we have to do with Grace as she is front de clawed ( I know I know - but it was done a long time ago before I knew better and I was young and stupid. I would never ever do it now)
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Zeb will never have to endure being de-clawed as long as we can somehow manage to get his claws trimmed. He so loves to climb his tall cat trees. He's learned how to back down them as well as go up them.
He'd miss his claws terribly. And the memory of poor Abby (I was once young and stupid too
) makes me all the more determined to get his claws done here at home.
Ya know, when we're camping or snow birding we set up a separate screenroom (see below) for us and the cats. The two girls lift their little front legs to be picked up and carried out there even though we chest lift them and support their rumps. They love to go outside to the screenroom. Zeb will cry and get frantic until we set his carrier on the floor in the RV and let him
RIDE the 12' or so to the screen room.
This last camping trip we chased him around the house when I thought of his carrier.
I went and got it and set it on he floor. He went right in from behind the sofa and we loaded him in the van (tow vehicle).
In the pic below, taken last winter in FL, you can see Zeb's back just behind the blue carrier. Zephyr is on the mini-cat tree (to be replaced this winter with a larger better one). Phaedra is by the door in front. They stay out there for several hours and call us when they're ready to come in. Or, if we're out there with them in our comfy recliners, they'll stay until we're ready to go in.
They love to watch what's going in in the campgrounds, to watch dogs being walked by, to watch the ever present squirrels and birds and to greet people who walk up to the screenroom to see them and ask questions.