Snip. Snip. Snip. I trim your claws, while you are wrapped up as a spicy purrito. You spit. You hiss. I use clippers that DON’T pull. I remove claw until 0.5mm from the nailbed. I cut into your nailbed ONCE… 10 years ago for fuck’s sakes. 10. Ten. And you never forgave me. You draw blood from me. You are MISTER FURIOUS from the 1999 super hero comedy flick, Mystery Men. Your cat-mom has to leave the room because of all the unholy snarling coming from the malevolently-wrapped THING.
And then there’s your idiot step-sister. She’s a soft, geriatric plush toy who squirms and mews pitifully while cat-mom holds her (and I try to find your toes). You become a declawed housepanther. “Claws? Nope. The vet chopped them off when I was a kitten. NoNoNoNoNoNo… NO!” FFS, we clip your claws every month.
Translation: why yes, I do want my housecats to understand that clipping their claws is a necessary monthly procedure. Elderly cats can’t chew them down and they risk becoming ingrown (like your ancestor cat, Sebastian).
local weather & sights around the village
The webcam image was from a particularly nasty snow squall that hit Ferndale, Lion’s Head, and Wiarton (Ontario) on January 17, 2024. We had to turn around and CAREFULLY drive back to our home. The school buses and most local businesses were closed (or closed early). Puzzlingly, the OPP and the municipality of the North Bruce decided NOT to close highway 6. It was ZERO visibility. According to the weather predictions, a severe (up to +7C?!) warming trend may strike the region later this week. Global warming… extreme weather events. It’s my reality.
https://weather.gc.ca/city/pages/on-157_metric_e.html
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