I have no photographic evidence other than what I can remember in my minds eye. This weekend was rather lazy and we stayed in while it poured rain outside. I’ve never lived so close to a mountain before, but I’ve always been used to high tree covered hills and the misty downpours. Lucy slept all weekend in her favorite chair.
This favorite chair is an old hardwood with green upholstery. Rough to the touch, but cozy. Very late 80’s in design. I had noticed in the past three years of living with this kitty, and other kitties, that every once in a while I would come across what looked like a full claw just hanging around on the floor or in the couch cushions. When Lucy stretches out a paw after being curled up for a few hours and latches into the back of her favorite chair, she invariably gets stuck. And pulls….and pulls…until it pops and her paw becomes free again. On Sunday afternoon she did this, and I noticed a piece of white flick out towards her and landed in between her and the chair, which she then sniffed and licked up into her mouth. It was gone. I can only assume at this point that cat claws are like onions. Not like Ogres. As a safety mechanism, is this something that cats developed over time as domestic animals? I doubt there is much in the wild that would get a cat claw stuck like this. There isn’t an instance that I can think of at the moment anyways.
“When you see pieces of your cat’s claws on the floor or embedded in his scratching post, it just means that the outside layer of his claw has grown beyond the blood supply and therefore falls off when he scratches — revealing a nice, sharp new talon underneath! Cats generally shed each claw once every few months.”
But as for the title of this post. Jonathan had found her this morning lounging like a beached whale on the bathroom floor. I heard the furrball munching on a butter cracker this morning. She had gotten into the box of crackers on the table, pulled out the plastic sheath, chose one, and took it down to the floor and had eaten about half of it. I didn’t notice the crackers until I was ready to leave for work. Sneaky butt cat! If cats actually have the emotion to be spiteful, I would say that this was in retaliation for being locked out of the bedroom all night.