Monday, October 15, 2012

The Claws Come Out

Guinness has developed a nasty habit of scratching the carpet between our bedroom and the bathroom door while I am taking a shower. He has also taken a liking to the couch in our upstairs living room, to the recliner in the downstairs living room, and, to the undersides of our box spring mattress. This behavior does not bode well for the future of his claws as it has spurred conversation between Hugh and me; conversations frequently featuring the "D" word.

As in: DECLAW.

In a last-ditch effort to spare the cat a trip to Anesthesiaville, I spent the weekend applying caps to his claws. It took the whole weekend because I am clearly inept at super gluing plastic caps onto a cat's claws without accidentally managing to glue his fur to my fingertips.

Good times.

Also, it now appears as though a strange mutation has caused me to grow ginger-colored fur from my knuckles.

Also, good times.

On the bright side, after much trial and error, I did manage a full set of fake nails on each of Guinness's front paws. They looked awesome. And, they lasted for about two hours before the cat managed to pry them off with his teeth.

I wish I could say it was as easy to pry his fur from my fingers, but, yeah, no such luck.

I am interviewing new vets even as we speak.

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