
02/06/11, 04:58 PM
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Join Date: Jun 2007
Location: Lake Station
Posts: 14,761
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growing up, I had a bottle raised cat that absolutly HATED his tail. He would tear into it with teeth and claws, growl and howl at it, several times a day. He was seriously a crazy cat. Well, it had to be amputated one day as he'd had a run in with someone's garage door that had broken his hips and tail. despite all teh pills he was on, the tail started dying and had to be removed. He was much happier with his tail gone, seriously.
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