And the cat's claws are no more...

Last night, well, early this morning... at 4:00 a.m. or so, I was awoken with sharp pains, of tiny cat claws walking all over me, poking me, poking me. Ouch! So, this morning, I trimmed them all down to where they should be. He's no longer the scary Siamese with evil long claws. Just the very loud demanding Siamese with claws that will grow out all too quickly....

Fortunately he doesn't mind being trimmed, unlike the dog, who tries to run away.