Adventures in Nail Clippings!

So last night Fraggle jumped on me while I had a good work shirt on and her claws got caught on my shirt. Luckily there was no damage to my shirt, but I went upstairs and got the clippers. She won't sit for me if Hime is in the room, so I took fraggs into the other bed room (because hime usually leaves us alone there for some reason) and started clipping. Fraggle is really good at letting me hold her on her back while I clip her nails, I'm really lucky! But then Hime came in.
Now, there is no way Fraggs is going to lay on her back while Hime is in the room, it makes her too vulnerable. But I glared at Hime and talked to fraggle while I did it. Then when I was done I pounced!

I grabbed Hime and started with the same thing. If she wants to come in and taunt fraggle while getting her nails clipped, then Hime can have her hind claws clipped too! This is a good idea anyway since Hime's back claws are very very pointy and sharp. I have no idea how she keeps them that way!

Hime doesn't like to be held in the first place, so I was careful with her, and got her into position. She's looking at me now with wild eyes and starts to meow. Really meow. Not her usual high squeaky "I'm gonna do something bad" meow. Then I grab her hind foot. This really freaks her out. It freaks her out so bad she tries to get away, using said hind claws. She nailed me, right in the upper palm of my left hand.

Now I'm pissed, but for once I didn't go into Earl Syndrome*. I think I didn't go Earl on Hime because I realize how bad I freaked her out. So I wrapped her up in a handy bed sheet and talked her through it. And also explained to her that if she's going to come in and bug fraggle while I clip nails, she's going to get hers clipped as well. Next time I think I will just keep a file handy though. . . her nails were not overly long.

I still want to know how she gets them sharp like that!! Fraggle, buddy and Reeses all have very long, blunt tipped hind claws.Today, there is a cut about 1/4 of an inch long about 1/2 inch below my index finger. Damn it stings when I wash it, and band aids won't stick on it!

* a note about Earl Syndrome: Earl was the name of my grandfather who was famous in the family for loosing his temper in certain situations. Typically in my family it's called "going Earl" when you start getting really really pissed off about something very quickly