The big one is just the best. Never uses his claws, not even when getting a bath to destroy the fur-monster of the shedding season. He uses it to pick up food tho. He doesn’t mind getting them clipped.
The little one’s a vocal bastard. But he also accepts, while being not amused and complaining all the tine, the clipping.
That’s so good. My cats have similar dynamics. The big one, as we call her (despite weighing about 9 lbs), allows me to clip her nails in exchange for 1 (one) kiss upon her forehead per claw.
The small one (5 lbs) needs treats and breaks but puts up with it and me.
I have to make a confession:
The big one is just the best. Never uses his claws, not even when getting a bath to destroy the fur-monster of the shedding season. He uses it to pick up food tho. He doesn’t mind getting them clipped.
The little one’s a vocal bastard. But he also accepts, while being not amused and complaining all the tine, the clipping.
That’s so good. My cats have similar dynamics. The big one, as we call her (despite weighing about 9 lbs), allows me to clip her nails in exchange for 1 (one) kiss upon her forehead per claw.
The small one (5 lbs) needs treats and breaks but puts up with it and me.