He's had his claws clipped once a week for all of his life.
He's put up with it because it's always been mid-cuddle and there has always been a treat after. He used to purr throughout the weekly ritual.
These days?
It means dragging 17-year-old beloved kitty out from under the bed (literally). Clipping happens now only once a month because it's all the torture I can imagine. I still do it because I worry about his claws growing into his pads. But once a month is all that I can take.
He hisses at me. He bites me. He pees on me. I have to physically restrain him. All during one nail clipping.
Other than that, he still purrs whenever he sees me. That's enough to continue the love.
He's put up with it because it's always been mid-cuddle and there has always been a treat after. He used to purr throughout the weekly ritual.
These days?
It means dragging 17-year-old beloved kitty out from under the bed (literally). Clipping happens now only once a month because it's all the torture I can imagine. I still do it because I worry about his claws growing into his pads. But once a month is all that I can take.
He hisses at me. He bites me. He pees on me. I have to physically restrain him. All during one nail clipping.
Other than that, he still purrs whenever he sees me. That's enough to continue the love.
1 comment:
Kitteh sounds like a paragon of (ageing) cathood in comparison to some I have known...
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