Dec 11, 2011 22:02
Pretty much nothing, except for seizing a somewhat anxious cat and trimming his claws in a thorough and uncompromising fashion.
Mr. C. A. (Pretty Boy) Floyd: Noooooooooooooooooooooo! I will not be seized! *squirms*
Fidelio: Ya think? *grips cat more tightly* *rotates cat so he has less chance to squirm free* *brandishes claw-clippers*
Mr. C.A. Floyd: Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooe!
Fidelio: *finishes clipping from claws* *clips back claws*
Mr. C.A. FLoyd: Doooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom!
Fidelio: *sets cat back down, rubs ears* *releases*
Mr. C. A. Floyd: No! You shall not clip them! My claws shall not be clipped! *leaps off of bed* *flees as if pursued by .666666666666666666666666666666 of the devils in Hell, or Melvin Purvis, equipped with special permission slip from little Johnnie Hoover*
Jemmy: *opening one eye from mid-afternoon doze* Has he noticed yet the claws are already clipped?
Fidelio: It does not appear that he has.
feline follies,
conversations with cats