Back in mid-July, in an outrage worthy of being the lead story in Cat Fancy magazine (though I am not the least bit fancy), I was deprived of numerous little mouth-weapons (i.e., teefs).
Now, as if that wasn't bad enough, while I was anesthetized, my claws--my beautiful, long, shimmering swords of doom--were efficiently and summarily clipped right down to their nubs, Kitties, to their little nubs!
It was Not Right.
But unlike teefs, the claws--well, the claws can be coaxed back from oblivion by regular and intensive workouts on the sisal scratcher.
I confess I was a tiny bit distracted by an interesting noise in the street, but I assure you I got right back to my regular workout.
If I scratch it, they will grow.