The reckoning

You know how I’ve been documenting my bad behavior of late, and almost boasting about how there have been no consequences to it? Whoa, could I not have been more wrong! It became clear this past weekend that even Those Two have their limits! It seems they could overlook me sitting on the dining room table while they ate, eating scraps out of the sink, and even drinking from their water glasses. But they obviously drew the line at me trying to give their nice carpeting that ’70s shag look and prepping their furniture for the Salvation Army. On Saturday, I got capped! No, I don’t mean shot, I mean this …

Now I’ve been down this road before. Despite their best efforts to furnish me with lots of scratching posts and pads, a guy’s just gotta do what a guy’s gotta do. So they tried this product, called Soft Paws, on me once before, when I was pretty new to the family. But they eventually gave it up, because the little vinyl caps fall off as my nails grow and have to be reapplied every four to six weeks, and Mama G got tired of accidentally gluing her fingers together in the process. So we’ll see how long this latest attempt lasts.

In the meantime, they’ve been feeling a little bad about it all and have been giving me many more treats than usual. I think I counted ten yesterday! And when it comes to treats, I’ll suffer any kind of punishment if it means more of them — bring it on!