10/07/2022
By Kate Stone Lombardi
Today these two got their claws trimmed at the vet’s.
When they were brought out of the exam room after what should have been a routine tech visit, there was carnage.
“If you see blood on one of the little vixens, it’s mine,” my vet told me, as she handed me one of the carriers. Sure enough, her palms were covered with bleeding scratches. Then one of the techs came out. Her forearm was covered with red streaks from cat claws. Another tech came out just shaking his head.
In the end it took four people to trim each cat’s claws. (I mean four per cat, if that’s not clear.) I felt absolutely terrible. I love my vet and her practice. They kept telling me not to worry about it, but I do. These knuckleheads, Van Gogh and Lily, aka Thing One and Thing Two, aka Frick and Frack, aka Feline Demons from Hell, transform from (relatively) normal cats into full feral animals when they go to the vet.
Now they are lying around the house like nothing at all happened. But I am ashamed of them.