“Your claws are getting long. You should let me trim them.”



“Talons, not ‘claws’ and no you can’t trim them. I need them for stuff.”

“Like what?”

“Putting holes in your blanket. Killing the evil backside of the comfy chair. Sleepy time fun.”

“Sleepy time fun?”

“Yeah – remember that time I attacked your feet while you were sleeping and you woke up screaming like a bitchy-whiny little girly-man?”

“Hey yeah! That really hurt!”

“No, it was -fun-.”