Mommy thought I needed the fur around my feet trimmed (something about them being dirt catchers or something). I don't like fur trimming, fur brushing, fur washing....or anything else that messes with my 'natural' look.
Mommy was not listening to me, and proceeded to cut some fur anyway.
Well, I noticed the scissors smelled kinda interesting and stuck my nose toward them.
Then mommy said, "Did I just cut your nose?"
Then, I start lots of nose licking, because there's a new interesting taste in my mouth.
Mommy says, "Oh no! Did you stick your tongue in the scissors?"
Next thing I know, she's yanking my mouth open and gasping.
Geez....fur trimming, and now teeth inspection? What did I do to deserve this? And what is this taste in my mouth? I can't seem to place it.
Well, mommy must've felt really bad about the fur trimming, because the next thing I know I'm being showered with treats. The good kind!
Mommy and Daddy are standing over me, watching me eat everything.
Give me some space giant people!
Then they do something really stupid. They put my treats in the water bowl! The treats sank to the bottom.
No way am I sticking my whole face in the bowl to get those treats. They ruined perfectly good treats. Stupid, stupid humans.
Anyhoo. Eventually, the shower of treats stopped, and Mommy put the scissors away.
Honestly, I'm not sure what the fuss was all about, but I'm glad I didn't have to go to the vet (on a SUNDAY!) and I'm glad I still have all my cute feet fur. Pretty sure they'll never be trimmed again.