I don’t keep track of when it’s time to trim all the animals’ nails. I know it’s time when a cat lands on my lap and I feel punctured. On that day, it becomes nail trimming time for everyone. This sometimes stretches to become nail trimming week since I don’t always end up rounding up each and every animal on the same day.
This week She-Ra was the culprit who subjected all of her furry housemates to the horrors of nail trimming. (Actually most of them are pretty good, although Dante does run to the other end of the house as soon as he sees nail clippers.)
While I was trimming Romeo’s nails this week I had a disheartening realization. Romeo’s right foot, the one that will be gone on Thursday, has mostly white nails which are easy to trim since the quick is very visible. His left foot, the one he will be keeping, mostly has black nails. Ugh. Yet another reason cancer sucks. At the very least the cancer could have picked the left leg and left me with the foot with the easy to trim nails.
And yes, I did skip trimming the nails on his right foot this time because, really, what’s the point?
Since I was thinking about Romeo’s nails, I remembered this fun from a few summers ago…
