... as she fought me tooth and nail. "They're not that long!" she argued, as her fish hooks attached to my shirt like velcro. "I need those to hunt with!" my inside-only feline insisted as I wrestled her into position and began trimming.
I'd chosen to do hers first because I had Buckley's of catching her once she knew what was up.
I finished Sam's claws and gave her a quick pat in passing as she lurched out of my arms to melt into the shadows like water and nurse her wounded pride.
I brushed the fur off my shirt and sat back comfortably.
"Okay Jasper, your turn," I called, and my orange and white butterball idiot leaped out of nowhere and into my lap.
"Oh boy, attention!!!" he cried in delight as I trimmed his curved daggers. "Oh wait..."
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