See these tootsies? They’re mine and I’m very particular about them. No one, and I mean NO ONE, touches them. Mom’s been trying for years–sometimes I wake up from a dead sleep and she’s messing with my toes! What does she think? I’m gonna like it or something? Now, a leg massage or a belly rub or, oooooh, a behind-the-ear rub is heavenly. Just don’t go near my feet.
So, today she tells me I need my nails clipped. Is she deaf or something? Or just plain dumb? Didn’t I say NO ONE touches my feet. Well, guess what? I lost….
We went to one of our favorite pet stores because ‘the best nail trimmer around’ was there this afternoon. We’ll see how good she is.
I danced around her. Backed up. Danced some more–generally let her know in no uncertain terms she was NOT touching MY feet. Then I heard her say ‘I’m going to treat her like a horse’. At that point, I knew she meant business. And before I knew it, me AND my paws were every which way and it was done. And I didn’t die…
So, wait ’til you hear this one–the next thing I knew, a cat came in the store. Just to get its nails trimmed. Let me tell you, this cat rides in style!
I had to get a little closer–after all, this was a cat. Getting its nails trimmed.
And it didn’t even seem to care. Well,except for me being so close.
Mom said we’d better leave before I find out what a whack on my nose would feel like from a cat whose nails hadn’t been trimmed yet. Sort of a good idea, don’tcha think?
So, that’s the story about my mani-pedi. I may have to start neighing….