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So a few days after I checked the animal shelter for Bentley, he was turned in and they never called me. Thankfully, Erin pointed me in the direction of a craigslist ad in which someone had found and turned in a large black declawed cat. I went there today and, yay! He's back! They were bastards at the shelter, saying that he was a mean cat and it took a lot of people to hold him down. I know this, the vet is always an ordeal. But he's not a mean cat, he just lashes out when he's scared. But I did not like their attitude about him. They were shocked that he was calm and nuzzly when I was holding him and they kept giving me advice on how to deal with 'mean cats prone to running away". I finally said something along the lines of he's been my cat for 6 years, I've "dealt with him" this long, I think I know what I'm doing.
Dee is beside herself with joy, and Cal is confused. Bentley is just wary of Cal. I'm so so so relieved... thank you everyone for your thoughts and help!
Dee is beside herself with joy, and Cal is confused. Bentley is just wary of Cal. I'm so so so relieved... thank you everyone for your thoughts and help!