In which my cat is weird

I noticed recently that my cats have been getting very pointy toes. So I said to them, kitties, it is time to cut your claws, because pointy toes on kitties is not a happy thing for their people. But I could not find the claw clippers anywhere! I looked on the little dresser by my bed, where I usually put them, and I looked on and in my desk, and I looked on my big dresser and on my bookshelves and in the bathroom, and I could not find them! So I said, kitties, where are the clippers for your pointy toes? Where could they be? I do not want to buy a new one, but if I cannot find it, you must continue to have pointy toes until I can get to a store that sells clippers! Alas!

And then I went to the kitchen and washed dishes.

When I came back to the bedroom Bingley was rummaging around in the top drawer of the little dresser by my bed, so I said, Bings, sweetie, what are you doing? Are you trying to tell me something? Did little Jimmy fall down the well?

Well, it turns out that little Jimmy *did* fall down the well, or rather, the claw clippers fell into the top drawer of my dresser.

(I looked exactly like Ten does in my "impressed" mood icon on DW.)

So I said, kitty, you are very silly and very smart and apparently also have a fetish for getting your pointy toes clipped, but thank you very very much for showing me where they were! You are a good girl!

And then I schnoogled the kitties and clipped their pointy toes off, and Darcy sulked forever.

The End.

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