He is so enthused. Can't you tell?
Five minutes after I pulled the package out of the mail box he was wearing 'em. I didn't waste any time at all. A quick trim of the nails, a couple of force-fed treats (because this is supposed to be enjoyable, right?), and these babies were on!
These plastic nail caps were my last resort. Let me present Exhibit A.
My beloved, bedraggled wingback chair!
Bring on Exhibit B!
Ay yi yi, my couch!
This happened while we were on vacation in the mountains and Frank was home alone (Nikki was at a friend's house) too long. We learned our lesson.
More evidence......
This just hurts!
(No natural light in this dark corner; had to use the flash!)
My poor couch has really been through it the past couple of months. Even a cork board has been destroyed! We tried to alleviate the need to scratch by buying a very nice $20 scratching post but, it sits unused.
I've even tried to force him to scratch it. No dice.
He looks nice. I wanted black but, my choices were clear, pink, or blue.
I was warned this would happen. When I begged Boots to let me take that sweet baby kitten home he told me the cat was going to claw up my furniture and I knew it would but, I couldn't think of that at the time. Boots is all about declawing but, I can't bring myself to do that to him. Frank, not Boots. It's like having half of every finger chopped off and the ASPCA and Humane Society really frown on it.
Last resort. Can't tell you how many times I've thought very bad thoughts about his untimely demise. Frank, not Boots. Things like, "He's on vacation," come to mind. Permanent vacation. Name that movie.
Hopefully these things work.
He tries to pull them off but, hasn't succeeded yet. Hopefully he won't.
