My nails are all trimmed short. It was difficult to resist my veterinary surgeon. They were catching in everything and making my life difficult. Sometimes I was hanging suspended by my claws and Lynettea had to come and pry me off. Once I was suspended from her arm, which she didn’t like.
She forgot my rug when we rushed out for the taxi, so I felt extremely exposed. It isn’t nice when dogs at the surgery can come and stare at you. My vet also checked me to see if anything else was wrong and weighed me. He said I was maintaining my weight but must have a little dementia, which I thought was quite insulting. Just because I am comfortable on the kitchen table doesn’t mean I have lost my mind.
Today we went outside late morning into the sun. The sky is quite blue and the sun warmed my furs. I enjoyed myself sitting on a chair while I watched Lynettea scrabbling around in the garden. She has a focus on weeds which I find quite strange. Maybe she is the one with dementia.
Has she ever thought about cruelty to plants? Probably not.
