TL;DR: Meli And I went to war over the claw trimmer this morning and one of us feared for our life, but it's the other person who is now covered in blood.
Sitting here thinking about how I just traumatized my cat so I could trim her nails. Aware that the scratch on my leg kinda hurts. And as she hides behind the sofa recovering and slowly realizing she's ok, I'm realizing the gash in my leg is actually a little nasty, and I'm covered in other scratches as per usual. Super fun for both of us, but worth it to not be scratched every time she touches me, have all my clothes ruined by claws accidentally, and have her toes stuck in everything all the time. 🤦🏻♀️
She's the only one of the feral five who can even manage this much. The rest of them just wait til their annual vet visit to get it done by a professional (who can manipulate them into submission much more quickly than I can).
I think it's the fact that I'm not that scary that makes her fight me so hard before succumbing to the purrito.
My leg is fine. I'm going to wash it out real good, but it was definitely a little bit of a shocker when my adrenaline wore off and I saw it. One of us came out unharmed, and it wasn't me!
I bleed for you, my little princess. You are giant pain in the ass, and I love you more than anything. I just like you better with shorter claws.
