Wooster came to us declawed on all four feet full of fleas and filthy with motor oil and grime. His previous owner kept him in the garage or basement, but decided she was going to "release him outside" because her new boyfriend didn't like him. A coworker of hers asked if she could place him with friends, and she agreed. When a friend went to get him, she was reluctant to give him up because she figured if she left him outside near her home, she would see him occasionally. Hello...DECLAWED! He couldn't defend himself, climb trees, etc. if he didn't starve first.