Life of a former foster kitten
May 10th 2013 4:58 am
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Daddy prepared a lot yesterday to get me out to get my nails trimmed. He closed the door to the bedroom and bathrooms and opened the door to the spare bedroom (where there's no good hiding places). When he came home last night he was ready to block the way to the basement and corral me into the spare bedroom. But what happened is that when I came over for pets I got close enough so he could pick me up and put me in my carrier. We had to wait a loooong time at the pet store. Word got out about the $5 nail trimming and there were lots of dogs there. I hid under my blanket for the first 20 minutes then slowly started to come out once I realized the doggies couldn't get me (but the mini-human was a new experience that I did NOT like). Anyway we had to wait for 45 minutes but it was worth it. I behaved myself pretty well so Daddy kept his promise to take me straight home and not stop for dinner.