Oh the indignities that we kitties must endure to keep Momma and Poppa Cat in high spirits! While we simply adore Momma and Poppa Cat, sometimes we think that what they sometimes force upon us are totally unacceptable. I mean really!
Momma Cat spent a long time searching for us this morning. Momma Cat never gives up when she’s on a mission! But she ultimately found us all hanging out together in Poppa Cat’s office. We were just minding our own business playing with some really cool toys, jumping around, chasing each other; having a simply marvelous time. We had just finished our breakfast and were contented. with full bellies. We were definitely in the mood to start wreaking some havoc!
However, Momma cat had other plans for us. She approached us rather sneakily with that certain glint in her eyes- a look that warned us that something was up and that “something”, (whatever it turned out to be), would not be at all pleasing to us.
When she gets that look on her face it generally means that whatever is on her mind is something in which we would rather not be involved. It could mean having to have a bath, or being forced to swallow some nasty tasting Omega 3 fish oil that she totally believes is very good for us! If she was really cared about how we feel, she would have first tasted that stuff so she would understood and appreciate the sacrifices we make in order to make her happy.
Now we don’t mind it a bit when she brushes our teeth. We must give credit however because before she introduced us to this important kitty chore she thoroughly explained to us why it is necessary since it helps keep our “pearly whites” healthy. We don’t mind it a bit when she grooms us; in fact we think it is rather nifty since when she grooms us, it gets rid of all that loose fur and it helps prevents us from hacking up those yucky hair balls that she often steps in late at night.
But this morning was quite another story. As she was walking toward me I saw the nail clipper she was trying to hide in her hand. I wasn’t fooled ’cause I spotted the handles. I hate having my claws trimmed. I love my little daggers! They are very helpful in dealing with any kind of emergency that might arise .
Momma Cat has often attempted to trim my nails. But I learned that a few growls and a couple of hisses, and biting at the clippers is enough to make beat a hasty retreat. However,today she had Poppa Cat there to help her. He held me tightly so I couldn’t escape and the growls and hisses fell on deaf ears. Now my daggers are dulled… and I am furious.
At least I wasn’t the only one to have to put up with this indignity. She also clipped off Aki’s and Sir Hubble Pinkerton’s daggers. Unfortunately, I guess we now can look forward to regular nail trims since Momma and Poppa Cat learned that teamwork pays off.
What types of indignities do your pawrents subject you to and how do you deal with them? Please tell us in a comment so we can change our strategies.