The other day I realized that it had been ages since we’d replaced the softpaws caps on Tommy and Sugarbutt’s front claws. I realized this because Sugarbutt was standing behind my chair merrily sharpening his claws on the back of it. It was something I’d been realizing pretty regularly for about a month, but this time I was annoyed enough to do something about it.
With Fred’s help, I got their claws capped, and they grumped and went off to shake their paws and pick fights with Mister Boogers.
“We should do Stinky,” Fred said. “She’s been sharpening her claws on the chairs in the front room.”
“Grab her and I’ll do it,” I said.
“Well, maybe we should just do one cap and see how that works.”
I put glue in one of the caps, and Fred grabbed Stinkerbelle. She doesn’t particularly care for being picked up, but if it’s Fred she’ll put up with it. What she really REALLY doesn’t like is having the two of us near her at the same time – I think it reminds her of when I first brought her home, and we had to medicate she and her siblings a couple of times a day.
Fred held her firmly by the nape of the neck (and one hand under her back end to support most of her weight), and she fought a little, but I managed to get one cap on her front paw without too much fuss. When Fred put her down, she looked around as if something were not quite right, and then wandered off. So far as I can tell, she doesn’t even realize it’s there.
Yesterday, Felicia and Punki went back to the pet store. They’d had two and a half weeks of rest and relaxation (and racing like wild things through the house), so it was time for them to go back and be available for adoption.
Skittles, who was laying in the middle of the room when I picked up Punki and Felicia and popped them into the carrier and left with them, has decided that I am The Devil and not to be trusted. She won’t even stay in the same room with me. I walk into the foster room, she runs down the hall and hides under the guest bed. I go into the guest bedroom to sweet-talk her, and she races down the hall and hides under the dresser in the foster room.
This, after she had gotten up the nerve to come downstairs Monday night and do some exploring. She discovered one of the baskets of cat toys, and made herself at home.
Now, she wants nothin’ to do with me. I wonder, once Elle goes to the pet store and Skittles is the only foster kitten around, if she’ll turn friendlier?
Only time will tell.
Punki was NOT pleased to be back at the pet store, and she wasn’t shy about letting me know. I’m covering for the Thursday morning person, and I’m hoping that one or both of them will have been adopted by then. I sure hope so – they’re such good kitties that anyone would fall in love with them.
2006: I’m telling y’all, this is the MOST mellow cat I’ve ever seen in my life.
2005: No entry.