Short Sleeves
Oh, dear. Out in the sun the human finally confronts her hands and forearms - yuck! Scabs and scars and worst of all, infected scabs. Mostly Angel, somewhat Cyrrie, slightly Lucy - all loving their humangirl to death! Alright, Mom, I am finally convinced, it's time to [try to] clip claws...
posted by Lizzy at 2:35 PM
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Special mention to Petunnia - I have the tiniest scab on my lip today, which I remember from early this morning 'Toonya love...
Lizzy, not to be nosey, but what exactly was 'Toonya doing to cause lip scabbage?
Good heavens. And I think mine are bad. Wait, scratch (heh) that. Mine ARE bad.
She waz luvin' me up, iz wut. Early in the am, squashin' me as well... Lol TPC - I'm in good company, chump-wise, I think....
Yup. Just got done wrasslin' Zingiber into a dose of neomycin for that infected eye. Four piercings later. I'd clip his claws but he is terrified of the clipper and I don't have the strength to hold him down and do it.
I know he calls me "chump" when he thinks I'm not listening.
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