"If you're being clawed at, there's usually a reason. Find out what that reason is, don't remove an animal's main source of defense. These assholes leave their poor, declawed cats to fend for themselves, but it's nearly impossible for a cat to fend for itself if they don't have claws."

Wash kneels down next to a few large dishes and fills them up with the cat food. Three cats, one black and two tabbies, come out from hiding. Wash's face lights up and he strokes them in greeting.

"Yeah, for the most part. They roam around the base, too, I've installed a little cat door for them, but they tend to stay in here when I'm gone. Nap, clean themselves, live the secret life of cats. The usual."