Like most cats, I’m very good at basic grooming habits, like keeping myself clean. But there’s one task I simply can’t do myself, and that’s keep my nails trimmed. Fortunately for my mamas, I’ve always been a pretty good sport about letting them do this for me. Some of their friends’ cats have to be taken to the vet and drugged for a nail clipping. Talk about drama queens!
But I guess I wasn’t in the mood a couple of days ago when Mama C scooped me up and started heading over to the chair, clippers in hand. I started squirming and putting up a lot of resistance while Those Two just laughed. Eventually Mama C got me into position, handed the clippers to Mama G, and it was all over in a minute or less. Then I got my treats.
I guess life is like that sometimes. We spend so much time and energy dreading things that aren’t really that big of a deal.
Oxbow's World 
Dear Mr. Oxbow,
Nail clipping time is always a time anxiety and stress. But just look at the alternative…nail REMOVAL.
Not fun and not pain free. One sometimes has to balance the not so bad with the wicked bad.
N’cest pas?
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