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One of the tricks the woman of the house showed me is to wrap them up in a blanket. Just pull the one paw you're working on out of it.
Might help.
I tried that. He went into full "four-legged-windmill" mode every time I tried to wrap him up.
It's actually easier for me the way I do it.
Just found your blog and love it. I've got a neurotic Siamese that has one inch switchblades for claws and can practically turn himself inside out. Know what you mean about George.;)
fjb,
Thanks for stopping by. It's always nice to see new people.
I did visit Victoria a long while back, it seemed like a lovely city.
I once decided to clip my cats' claws. Twenty minutes later, I decided it was less trouble to dump any offending piece of furniture that said cats might use for a scratching post and leave the cats alone. If you've noticed from my Friday catblogging photos, now the only thing in my apartment worth clawing is the cardboard SuperScratcher, which they're quite happy to restrict their clawing to -- not that they have any choice, since everything else is either metal or hardwood or covered with a cloth cover that makes it no fun to claw.
BadTux, you have to be careful that their claws don't overgrow. That happens more in homes with carpets, as the claws don't wear down just by walking around.
Given how well they rip the Superscratchers into shreds ($10 apiece, one every two weeks), I don't think there's any chance of their claws overgrowing. They *love* their Superscratcher. I bring a new one home, they, like, just hunker down on it and start ripping away, then just roll on it in pure kitty joy.
I *will* say that their claws are *sharp*, though. Luckily they've learned they can boss me around without fully extending their claws nowdays so I don't bleed as often as I did when I brought them home from the pound. (What, you don't think *I* boss the *cats* around, do you?!).
With my cats, they sort of know what they can get away with and what they can't. They know that they are not to get on the kitchen counters, at least not while I'm around.
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