This is how its done...

Sister Becky is our go-to gal for haircuts. Whenever she's planning to head for the coast, we remind her to bring her scissors. She almost never remembers. So she usually ends up using some of our almost-sharp scissors. So far we still have our ears... But our hair sure looks good!

During the family Thanksgiving weekend, we called upon a little known talent that Becky has been able to cultivate through being the slave of four demanding cats. She cuts cat nails. When she isn't putting caps on them, that is. This is not as simple as it may sound. There are very sharp stickers on all four corners of a cat. Most cats object strenuously to having their hunting tools dulled.

The first time Tilly visited after Birdie moved in, the cat landed on Tils face and left broken-off claws actually sticking out of the poor dog's nose. We had to pull her off. Literally. So our Birdie got a professional trim. Becky just picked her up, plopped her in her lap, and started explaining to the TERRIBLY upset cat why her nails needed nipped. You can see how upset Birdie is...can't you? Well, ya. She just doesn't project trauma. We're still trying to decide if she's blaise, or just plain lazy.
"HEY, that's a little close there. Leave me some mouse-grabbers, will ya?"

"For the love 'o Mike, get it DONE, already. I've got serious business lined up...that mouse is under the couch again...and QUIT TICKLIN' MY TOES."

She is definately SMART. She knows a cat slave when she smells one. Just a word to the wise, Becky - now she'll expect this expert service everytime she sees you. Trust me.

I should add, those are FAKE mice, folks. Rabbit fur, etc. Honest.