Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts

Friday, August 08, 2008

Clippy de Pickies


Yes. I do clip my cats' toenails!

Esau doesn't mind. He sits on my lap like a burlap sack of potatoes as I squeeze his paw to extend a claw - then CLIP!

Knowing I didn't want to declaw, I started picky clipping when the cats were kittens. Esau was six weeks old when the clippers chomped on his toenails for the first time.

Chloe was 6 months old when we adopted her. She protested loudly (still does) but doesn't fight me over it. Chloe yowels and yammers if you look at her wrong.

The Blob. The Blob. Her previous owner had her declawed in the front, but I clip her back claws every now and then. She was more than a year old when I started. It's not her favorite thing (anything outside of eating isn't her favorite thing), but she lets me do it.

None of the cats will allow anyone else to get anyone to point sharp objects in their direction. John glances at Chloe and she rockets into hiding! Esau flattens himself onto the floor wishing himself invisible and the Blob tries to squeeze under a piece of furniture, but only her head fits.

If you want to know why - check out this old post of flying cats.

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Feeling a little lost

Picking up where I left off one month ago is proving to be harder than I imagined.

Do you think I can remember where I put the picky-clippers (for cat toenails) before I left for PA?


When I got home and crawled into bed, Esau and Chloe decided to perform a cat scan confirming I was me. The cat scan lasted all night long in spite of my skill at sending cats into orbit with my eyes closed.

I looked like I was attacked by a phlebotomist on speed - poke holes on all exposed skin.

Why don't I close the door, you wonder?

Imagine howling bowling balls battering your hollow-core door. Yeah.

Aside from furry felines, figuring out where I'm supposed to be when, and with who is testing what little sanity I have. Oh, and remembering who's going out with whom in the marching band? Forgedaboutit.

Pennsylvania and Colorado may as well be on different planets. My mind?

In a whole other galaxy.