Sunday, September 17, 2006
Starting From Scratch
She decided that she was going to clip the points off my front claws, as she hadn't done it for six weeks and they are all nice and sharp and pointy. She had noticed that having me hugging her shoulder with my paws (as I like to do) was getting a bit painful. I am not very good at remembering to put my claws in when I hug someone.
Anyway, she went and got out the claw clippers, sat me on her lap, and tried to hold one of my front paws.
I am usually fairly co-operative with this process, but last night I decided that I was NOT in the mood to have my claws trimmed. No way. No thanks. Every time she held my paw and got the clippers into position, I whipped my paw away. Heh heh. Then she tried holding me in another position, but I still wasn't having any. Then she cheated and got my dad to hold me while she did the clipping, but I managed to wriggle free every single time. I am a big strong boy, you know! We kept playing this game for a while, I kept waiting till she was just about to clip before I quickly whisked away my paw. I kept purring loudly all the time to let her know that I was enjoying the game. Also I kept trying to lick the claw clippers, which nearly got my tongue clipped at one point!
We want know, fat Eric, if your sister Hattie looked like you. Was she a big girl?
The lady peep says she thinks I weigh about 16 lbs now. I've not actually gotten much fatter, but I have a new winter coat on and I'm getting pretty muscular from climbing up my cat tree and racing around the house. How about you? From the lovely tummy shot, you're looking pretty fine too.
Well done Eric, yoo showed them who's the boss. We don't haf to get our claws clipped cos we climbs trees an fings, an that keeps them short (mum says "But sharp, too sharp")
Guess you showed them who's boss.I hate to have my nails clipped also.
I bite,scratch,wiggle and meow as if I'm being killed.Mom had given up so I thought I had won.Yet now mom has the vet do it(sigh).
But, she says that it makes her more willing to play with me because I don't accidentally hurt her, so I guess I have to take the good with the bad.
the Lady tried ta clip my claws, but i'm a big time wiggler an i 'scape. of course, furrst i cry so she loosens her hold on me.
No one has effur tried ta clip my claws an no one effur will...
I got so bad about my claws that now my Cat Couch takes me to the V-E-T to get them trimmed.
At least my Hummy knows not to carry me around like that and only use the grip gently because that is dangerousestest to cats.