Cosmo is looking very forlorn. His claws were too long - he was even making little claw noises just walking on the carpet, but he knew I had plans and he didn't want to let me near him. So after I grabbed the clippers (note, learned from a friend who saw her vet do this: it's often easier to trim your pet's claws with human nail trimmers than it is to use the claw trimmers. I don't even know where my claw trimmers are anymore, the nail clippers work so well. I use toenail clippers, FWIW) he went scampering away and I did Jester's claws instead.

Cosmo approached me a couple times before he finally decided it was time to lounge on the chaise, er, piano bench (it's a good chaise size for a cat, work with me here), and I was able to grab him and do the trimming.

It's weird, since he seemed to be telegraphing the message of "pleeeeeease trim my claws, pleeeeeease," but he didn't want me to pick him up to do it. Of course, the bit that did it was him running full speed and jumping up onto the couch, slashing my leg through the blanket in the process. Silly cat. You get the crazies around me and draw blood in the process, you're gonna get trimmed.

So Jester and Cosmo have neat front claws now (I didn't do their backs this time), and I haven't tried to do any more of Spike's after the four claws I got last week. I prefer for my skin to be intact, thank you.

Yes, for those who haven't been paying attention, I have three adult cats, all boys. This is why (1) that kitten decided I'd be a good guy, since I seem to ooze good cat vibes from every pore. and (2) I couldn't actually keep him, since the apartment's only 1000 square feet, and that's too small for three cats, let alone four.

Mundane, eh? Let's see, at least the weather's gorgeous this week ...

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