WILFOAK #104
What I've learned from owning a kitten, #104:
Either remain clothed in heavy-duty jeans and burlap shirts while in the kitten's presence, or invest some time in drafting a reasonable response to all the people who wonder why you look like you tried to commit suicide with a thumbtack.
4 Comments:
Can't you just lop it's paws off or something?
What? What'd I say? Why's everyone giving me dirty and/or disgusted looks now? What?
Oh no! Well... is there some kind of conditioning that can be done? Squirt water at her when she scratches?
Or maybe some sort of activity to make the claws less sharp?
Put soap under her fingernails? Oops, that last one was for if she were biting them. Just kidding.
I'm giggling at the part about poor Izzy walking around with little kitty crutches because she has no more paws.
How about a scratching post?
Well, she's actually scheduled to get her front paws declawed tomorrow. My conscience is torn over it, but my epidermis rejoices.
(Also? I really don't need a bunch of emails telling me how terrible it is to declaw cats, because I've had this argument with myself already, and I won. And lost.)
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