How did they know that today was the day I picked to visit PetSmart and get their nails cut? Long ago I decided that cutting the cats nails by myself was impossible. So.......... every 4 to 6 weeks we troop off to PetSmart and let the groomers cut their nails.
It is quite a production. First I have to put them in their carriers. But............. before I can do that I have to find them. Now I have this down to a fine science. I don't verbalize out loud what is happening - because of course the cats can understand me. I don't touch the carriers. But......even though I have a visual, when I go to pick one up, they are both long gone.
How did they know?
After I drag Lucky from under the bed and put him in the carrier, it is Carlie's turn. And off we go. Howling all the way to PetSmart. And voila.............. they are as good as gold as PetSmart. No one gets scratched, no one howls. What's up with that?!
Here is a picture of the perpetrators. Don't they look innocent?
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