She also doesn’t mind getting a “pedicure,” and will even purr during the procedure, but will still be at her squirmiest and will keep retracting her lethal talons. So what we do now is poor Sean gets the unenviable job of holding her, while she tries her best to slice him, and while I try my best to at least get all of the talons clipped on one foot. And then I tend to get all triumphant and rest on my laurels instead of attempting the rest of the feet shortly thereafter.
The other day, however, I realized Posy’s nails had gotten so long that she was making little clicking noises when she walked. She already makes enough noises when she moves – from her tendency to narrate what she is doing, and her constant sneezing and snuffling and the forcing of air through microscopic nostrils – so the last thing she needed was more bells and whistles adding to her travels through the house. Therefore, I asked Sean to hold her at his peril while I clipped some talons, and we did her whole front right foot, including the thumb! And then the next day we did her two back feet! So now we only have the front left to go, and then Posy is back to being a stealthy ninja, or at least as stealthy as a smushed-face cat can be. Pretty Posy!