I figured I also include the story of my kitty.
I was brought up in a dog lover family, not that no one here hates cats, but my mom thinks her furniture and house decor well being held priority. Well anyways during the summer of 2004 I constantly bugged my mother for a cat but to no avail she still refused so I gave up
Well then I looked for another pet and it was a ferret and to my mother that was even worse then any other "rodent" and they have terrible smell, so I said I was going to get one for myself with my own money, and she knew I would so she finally backed down, and let me get a cat and I let the idea go of having a ferret. A few days later she "set" the ground rules down for the crieteria (sorry I dunno how to spell that word) and any cat we got was to be Declawed, so right away i refused the thought of it, and my mother said that a cat that isnt declawed isnt welcomed into the house, and I constantly showed her alternative ways to declawing such as softpaws and etc. but still no, and I told her I would rather not have a cat at all if it ment putting it throught pain and possible behavior problems as a result of the declawing, for my own pleasure of having a feline. So that was that.
Then one day I had an idea and I thought, hmm well if I can get a cat if its declawed why don't I just adopt one that's already declawed, that way I know that I wasn't the cause of a poor cats losing it's front toesies. Plus it had a huge factor of giving a poor cat a home for the rest of his life! I ran the idea across with my mother and she agreed so we went to a humane society and saw many cats but two stood out that was my Cat Tux and another Shadow, now Shadow was a gorgeous black cat, but my mother was superstious and Tux wore his Tuxedo like a man who was thrown into jail after a night of a drunken bar fight (hehe, I had to put that in) so we took him out of his cage and let him room, at first he didn't really like being held and constantly meow'd and when he was free he room he put himself between a screen on the window and a window that hangs outwards, you can sense his desire to get out of there. I was at first a little worried about his meowing and how he never stopped, but decided to adopt him anyways in hope that he gets better, and he did! He now lives in my household with 3 other dogs (Chocolate Lab, Shiz tzu/Maltese mix, Chihuahua) and ended up being the best pet in my mothers eyes because he doesn't do any damage at all to any of her things but the dogs like to cause trouble. So Tux has finally gotten comfortable with me holding him after a month and likes to spend time with me playing, biting my foot (playfully of course), playing with imaginary animals that I can't see, I recently looked at the humane society website and still saw that poor shadow is still at the shealter even after 5 months sitting alone in that cage not getting adopted probably because he's all black cat, I hate this bad luck stuff they have on him. Anyways I tried to adopt him, but my mother says one cat is enough. I tried. :-/ But until I move out I'll definitely be adopting another kitty to be friends with Tux!