Friday morning after work I got home, grabbed the cat, and took him over to get his nails clipped. He doesn’t use his scratching post anymore so he doesn’t shed his old claw sheaths like he used to. We used to find those darn things all over the house.

That means every couple of months I have to run him over to have his nails clipped. I know it’s time when I can hear him walking down the hall from the living room!

I tried to clip his nails once, but he ended up scratching my thumb so badly I thought the darn thing would never stop bleeding. That was the same day I got out of the cat nail clipping business. I thought I’d better leave that to the pros.

Every time I take him to get his nails clipped I’m amazed at how quickly those pros can get the job done. In less than five minutes we’re back out the door on the way home. The girls always comment on how well behaved he is. Really? Well behaved? Is this the same cat that almost caused my death from blood loss? They definitely see a totally different cat than the one I live with!

So, thank you to the gals that keep my old cat’s nails nice and short. The bandage companies might not be happy with you, but I sure am!