Posted by on May 24, 2018 | 9 comments

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You might think I have a bad habit, you know, trimming my nails this way, but actually, this is called “cleanliness is next to godliness” in my book.  And I think our patty paws’ tips are referred to as CLAWS, not as in Santa.

Still, I am meticulous about keeping my paws in perfect condition and even asked mama if I could borrow some of her hand cream to rub into my little pads.  Haha, just kidding, but when I was grappling with that duck bone last night, damned if some of the nice fat didn’t get rubbed into each and every crevice so I suppose you could call that a soin (treatment).  Mama says not to touch the couch, haha… 

Grandmeres here in France used to rub duck fat on little anthros’ chests when they were rheumy.  Mama’s mama used to use mustard! Argggggh.

But I wander off the subject…

I am thinking about having mama paint my ‘nails’,  maybe stars or astrological signs or perhaps a touch of gold glitter to spice up my appearance, now that I’m so thin. I could probably fit into one of mama’s little bikini bottoms if I want to go to the beach this summer.  Fuggedaboutit.

Now I KNOW you think I’m nuts.  You won’t catch me at the beach for love nor money, whatever that means.

Still, clean nails reflect the kitty, and mine sparkle.

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Oops…maybe I’m not as svelte as I thought! Can’t seem to reach this paw…hmmm.