Disarming

My mom insisted on clipping my nails today. I am not pleased. Does she not know how long I've been growing these and sharpening them to perfection?!

The trouble with dogs

I believe Beckham was sent to me as a test. I am trying my hardest to get him on the straight and narrow path towards the Light, but he is a difficult case that requires quite a bit of discipline. This morning, he was insisting on going down the stairs while I was resting on the landing. I warned him, but he persisted. I had to show him the power of the pokey paw with a few direct body and face hits.

If only I could find a cat-paw sized ruler...