Posted 9/9/2006 2:07 PM (GMT 0)
Oh, my gosh! My cats were declawed, so I didn't have that problem. My Shadow was my masseuse. She would purr and knead and play heating pad on my "boo-boos." I called her my little healer, because I know she helped in my recovery. She always seemed to sense where my pains were. She's 13 now, and I don't think she's long for this world. Her brother passed away a couple of months ago, and she is just lost without him.
You watch out for those claws, though, Kathy! They could cause a bigtime infection.
Love and hugs...
BEV