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Up My Alley by Splatt DeeKatt

Declaw this!

Whatzup y'all. Hide 'em if ya got 'em, cause the Splattman is in da house and he's smoking. December is the pits for us cats. Two-leggers always think that we give two chestnuts about Christmas. Hey go put antlers on Rover he'd dig that, he's a dog anyway.

Seems, over here in the colonies, as soon as two-leggers stuff themselves full of turkey for Thanksgiving something happens and they start acting like 'Benny the Bell' from down in the alley. A few years ago Benny went up in a church tower to score some wing, but the bird outsmarted Benny and when he leaped, the bird flew away at just the very last moment, the bell started to swing and Benny's head collided with the bell knocker. He scrambled to grab the rope attached to the bell handle but the knocker swung back and knocked him knocked off the rope, so Benny fell to the pavement head first, shattering yet another myth. Cats always land on their feet. Well, ever since then whenever Benny hears a bell or even keys rattling he goes bonkers. Just like the two-leggers 'round the Yuletide season.

This is my first Christmas with Marian my new two-legger. Now I don't want to seem ungrateful, 'cause she rescued me from the shelter after the other family dumped me and took the Queen back to Toronto. But I'll be damned if I am going to let her dress me up in a Santa Clause outfit. I maybe neutered but I ain't no Rupaul. I've seen those pictures she got of my predecessor dressed up like a New Orleans Mardi Gras float queen, no wonder he ran right under a car took out his nine in one fell swoop.

I said I was smoking but now am I scorching. Tom the butcher, now he got that name 'cause his two legger owns a meat and fish shop down on the main drag. He dropped into the poker game the other night looking a bit out of sorts and limping. We all thought that maybe he got a going over from one of the feral alley cats over a bad debt or something. But it was worse than that. At least with the boys in the alley you recover and then you get your satisfaction when all of us guys go down to the alley as a gang and outnumber the poor slob, but this was the ultimate in mutilation, his two-legger had him declawed.

Seems there was a children's birthday party at his house and his two-legger's wife got the brilliant idea to dress Tom up like a clown. Hey, here we go again more dressing up. So this one kid at the party kept pulling Tom's tail and trying to drag him by it. Damn, can't blame the kid, he's all doped up from sugar and the other chemicals they add to kiddy stuff. Well I guess the kid twisted Tom's tail once too often and Tom pawed him right across the face. The blood starts flowing, the kid is screaming, all the adult two-leggers are getting lynch and hang attitudes and before you know it, Tom is tried and sentenced to life without parole.

Yeah, folks, that's usually the way it goes, two-leggers mess up, can't really use the right word here, and the four leggers suffer the consequences. Declawing is abuse folks, we can live without the lugnuts but we can't survive without our natural means of defense. Its like disbanding the Pentagon, firing the arm forces and making self defense of any sort punishable by death. And then there is the pain involved. Its like having a hundreds of tiny daggers stabbing our paws every time we step. Lets not discuss the infection. Am I getting thru to ya yet. If not, here is something to close your eyes and ponder before you declaw, its three a.m and you are walking down a dark alley, nude. Got the picture? I thought you would.

So before you declaw and disarm, remember primarily that you and us, are both animals and like some of you our rationality and thought processing is scrambled sometimes. So train the children to respect us as equals and not treat us like mechanical toys. Oh, and that thing about the furniture, buy us a good scratching post or two and train us to use it, you trained us to go potty where its convenient for you. Didn't ya?

Hey, I've given my sermon, so stick a fork in the Splattman, I'm done. Oops! I didn't say that. See ya next time, I'm history.

Until next time Meoow and Grrr.

Splatt Deekatt

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