June 3rd 2011 11:25 am
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Hello! My name is Montana. I'm not named after the state; I was named by staff at the vet hospital that I was abandoned at because it's a kind of tomboyish, tough name that still sounds pretty. And that suits me perfectly! Nat, the human who brought me home, calls me Tana for short, though.
No one knows why my previous humans dropped me off in the parking lot of the vet hospital, in a tiny wire cage, covered in stinky poop and with mats in my tail. But they suspect that it's because I have a little habit; I nip people if they try to touch me or pick me up.
Don't get me wrong, I like people; I'm just a bit unsure of them. I want to be loved, but I don't know how because I don't feel safe. You see, I don't have my claws. They were taken out of me in a surgery called a declaw. The humans in my life think that I was a very affectionate cat before I got declawed, but that after the surgery, I felt vulnerable. I only have one way to defend myself now, and that's with my teeth.
I may never learn to fully trust people, but every day, I try.
. Montana .
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