Well. Brit got her claws clipped today...well most of them anyway. They're still too small to do a good job yet (especially since she hasn't gotten holding still down yet *g*), but since I now have a good two inch scratch down my wrist (and a few others), I decided it was time *L*. How did she scratch me? Well, I was trying to separate her from a bit of pizza she stole. And because she's still young, her claws are rather sharp. Gotta tell ya, *no one* else is *ever* going to be allowed to try and take food away from this kid! She becomes squirming, scratching, screaching, hollering, snapping, *MAD*. *L* It's quite an experience! Really only does it with certain foods. I had a time keeping her out of the pizza box, then she got smart and snuck *into* it when I wasn't looking, and lay real flat so the lid lay like it was supposed to. (the pizza was cold leftovers and all bit a very little bit was accounted for, so she didn't get too much that may have been bad for her. Fuzzies have been entertained since I'm cleaning and reorganizing. I lost count how many times I had to extract Rosa from a trash bag. Rocky seems to be a bit under the weather still, so I'm calling the vet tomorrow. Well...gotta go help Brit run off some more "kitergy" ! Sue "where are my clippers?" Rocky "lap nap?" Rosa "WOW trash!" Brit "MY FOOD, DIE, MY FOOD, DON'T HOLD ME, MINE! DOWN!" Sue M. [log in to unmask] [Posted in FML issue 2229]