“Your claws are getting long. You should let me trim them.”
“Talons.”
“What?”
“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-.”
