It is nail trim time at my house, and it’s not pretty.
I usually have help at nail trim time but this month I’m on my own, and the cats seem to know it. Manny the two-year-old was snoozing on my lap, Penny the deaf cat was crashed in the chair next to me, Jelly the Maine Coon was on her tower, and TJ the sook was cuddling with my foot. It was the perfect moment for a nail trim. The cat nail clippers are usually kept in a pencil cup in the living room for quick and easy access. I slowly leaned over to retrieve them, and Manny woke up. He watched as I picked up the clippers, his pupils getting huge. I went to turn him on my lap to start, and he rocketed off of me like his tail was on fire, leaving a pretty decent sized scratch on my thigh.