i'm reduced to covering her head and hoping she doesn't bite through the towel, or liberate the undone paw to julienne my cuticles, leave her kitkat mark as proof that i lost the fight. all this hooting and hollering is just a show. the nail clipping is done by the time she starts the hissing...she's a mean chubby little girl when you fuss with her.
it's tough clipping cat nails when all you have is you and the towel to hold down what's become a lioness...i laugh like only a mother can at the dramatic production only a cat can perform, the hoopla is to laugh at until you get nailed and have to run for peroxide...
four paws clipped, and i'd be pushing my luck attempting the back claws...
i'm satisfied for now. but i'm sure they're plotting to get me back somehow...
cats.