My ex had two rescue cats that had been declawed. And it was pretty noticeable that one was more declawed than the other. It was sad, although they were both very happy cats, but the one that was more declawed would love bite.
He didn't do it himself, they came like that when he adopted them and it was purely a case of the cat finding him, not the other way round.
In fact, I was with him when he found the second one. He'd been looking for a female, thinking it would do better with his resident male.
In the US, at weekends, rescue centres and pounds come out to pet shops and do adoptions.
So we went to where the cat cages were.
Nope, no females that didn't have 'Doesn't like other cats!' on their tags.
Then, in the bottom left hand corner, was a card that read 'Newman' and a sleeping, grey tabby cat.
We asked the employee, why 'Newman'? She said, 'Wake him up and you'll see. We got him from Adams County pound the day before his time was up.'
So we did.
And his eyes were Paul Newman blue!
Well, that was it!
Newman is about 12 now, still living happily with the ex and 'Midnight', who is 16.