He knew. I could tell when I called him and he didn’t come. Then, when I found him near the bed, poised to sprint underneath it to relative safety, I was convinced. He had spotted it and he knew.
My coaxing, gentle voice didn’t fool him, either. I picked him up and he hung on me like a droopy sack of potatoes.
I placed him in it..
And placed it in the car. He turned away. 
It was only a matter of time and he would be in the unwelcome, but gentle hands of HER. She, with her soothing voice which didn’t fool him, had the weapon of claw destruction nail clippers.
At home, he bounded out of it and, with a pointed look, found a safe place, avoiding me for most of the afternoon.
But, thankfully, he is a forgiving and forgetful creature when he wants to be. Here he is, all relaxed and showing off his freshly manicured nails. You’re welcome, Buddy.
Hey! Fergus and Buddy go to the same groomer. Isn't she great?
ReplyDeleteShe is SO great!
DeleteI wish all I had to deal with was "a pointed look" when I bring Loki to the groomer. He puts the "cat" in "caterwaul".
ReplyDeleteLoki needs to take a few chill pills before leaving the house!
Deleteha ha thats funny...
ReplyDeleteThey always seem to know, don't they? He does look regal though in that last picture! Koda doesn't mind going to the vet's/groomer's (one in the same office), but then food is involved :)
ReplyDeletebetty