Friday, August 28, 2009

Claw Trimming and other death defying feats.

This morning I woke up to a claw in my behind. This was not the first time, but I decided it would be the last time for a while. I grabbed the nail clippers and the first cat and started trimming.

The first cat was Quinn and he was ANGRY. I patiently held him down and clipped his front paws. He hissed and fought. He attempted to slap my face, but I was victorious.

The second cat was Bella, because she sat there and made fun of Quinn the whole time. She sat right next to me giving him this smug "Mom likes ME better!" look. I snipped her nails quickly. She was so shocked that she didn't even fight at first. As always, the second paw was hell. She screamed and growled manically.

Finally, I got to Obi Wan. She completely panicked, but it worked out for the best. She braced herself against my body which gave me perfect access to her back claws. I trimmed them in seconds. I then went to work on her front paws. She hissed and growled, but new better than to act.

It wasn't a bad experience and I have certainly had worse. My boyfriend's cat is awful. She's the sweetest cat ever, but her claws are much thicker than my cat's. It makes it much more difficult because I can't see where to cut as clearly.

I suppose practice makes perfect. Eventually, I'll get it down to a science.

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