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Savannah Super Cat
Hey everyone, it's me again today.
After having my hands looking like if I played with Edward Scissorhands I decided to give Ayrad his first nails clipping.
I expected him not to be happy, but I didn't expect what I was about to experience.
First I got a guillotine type cat nails clipper, as it seemed to be quiker to use than a regular one and some expensive treats to ease him.
I wrapped him in a towel, as advised by many people, petting him and talking to him with the most mellow voice ever. He HATE towel wrapping with a passion so I started to be anxious about the nails clipping.
After many attempt I finally managed to have access to the first paw, he was going berserk, screaming and shaking like crazy, that scared me a bit (Concerned father) His heart was racing but I decided to go through the process or I'll never be able to do it. He didn't even consider the treat.
First paw done and 3 more to go... At this point I thought it would be impossible but as I read on many thread I shouldn't let HIM decided when it's done. So I decided to bite my tongue (I hated seeing him in such distress) But honestly he needed it and I want to be able to do simple grooming to my baby without being anxious.
Story continues, second paw and he was literally going NUTS, he started to bite me and tried to scratch my face, forget about the towel it was long gone. (He sounded like I was slaughtering him but I was being so nice and gentle and trying to focus to not hurt him while clipping)
(BTW I was just clipping the very end tip of the claws)
At the end of the second paw I started to smell a disgusting odor I though he lost some gas until I realize that my brand new pair of jeans and my vintage collector 1983 harley davidson tee shirt were full of poop!!! Yes POOP!!! (Ok I'm stupid for wearing that while doing the process but I was just coming back from a meeting and I didn't realize that pooping on daddy would be an option)
I put him on the ground (I was holding him on my lap) and he finished his huge poop in front of me, looking at me like he was saying "You deserve that daddy" just 2 feet away from his litterbox.
At this point I wasn't going to let him go away with this so I took of my dirty clothes and simply finish the process. I managed to do it, even if it cost me lot of scratches everywhere on my body and him hating me.
I'm thankful I did that in the bathroom with the door closed (Thanks to all the threads advising that)
When I opened the door he ran under the bed
.
I tried to play with him a little bit after he would chase the feather on the wand (his favorite) but he was HATING me. every time I was a couple feet away he was running like Usain Bolt under the bed.
I gave him food, he ate it and now he seems more relax he's sleeping on my bed as I type that but wow what an adventure.
I hope you're laughing at my experience and that at least it's funny for others! haha
I still have a couple question, should I redo it regularly to get him used to it? (Is he ever gonna get used to it?) Because it was a crazy adventure. stressful for both of us. I hope he will calm down with time with this.
Is pooping a known sign of protest for cats overall and SV particularly?
What would you advice me for the next attempt?
Thanks for reading. (And laughing at me)
After having my hands looking like if I played with Edward Scissorhands I decided to give Ayrad his first nails clipping.
I expected him not to be happy, but I didn't expect what I was about to experience.
First I got a guillotine type cat nails clipper, as it seemed to be quiker to use than a regular one and some expensive treats to ease him.
I wrapped him in a towel, as advised by many people, petting him and talking to him with the most mellow voice ever. He HATE towel wrapping with a passion so I started to be anxious about the nails clipping.
After many attempt I finally managed to have access to the first paw, he was going berserk, screaming and shaking like crazy, that scared me a bit (Concerned father) His heart was racing but I decided to go through the process or I'll never be able to do it. He didn't even consider the treat.
First paw done and 3 more to go... At this point I thought it would be impossible but as I read on many thread I shouldn't let HIM decided when it's done. So I decided to bite my tongue (I hated seeing him in such distress) But honestly he needed it and I want to be able to do simple grooming to my baby without being anxious.
Story continues, second paw and he was literally going NUTS, he started to bite me and tried to scratch my face, forget about the towel it was long gone. (He sounded like I was slaughtering him but I was being so nice and gentle and trying to focus to not hurt him while clipping)
(BTW I was just clipping the very end tip of the claws)
At the end of the second paw I started to smell a disgusting odor I though he lost some gas until I realize that my brand new pair of jeans and my vintage collector 1983 harley davidson tee shirt were full of poop!!! Yes POOP!!! (Ok I'm stupid for wearing that while doing the process but I was just coming back from a meeting and I didn't realize that pooping on daddy would be an option)
I put him on the ground (I was holding him on my lap) and he finished his huge poop in front of me, looking at me like he was saying "You deserve that daddy" just 2 feet away from his litterbox.
At this point I wasn't going to let him go away with this so I took of my dirty clothes and simply finish the process. I managed to do it, even if it cost me lot of scratches everywhere on my body and him hating me.
I'm thankful I did that in the bathroom with the door closed (Thanks to all the threads advising that)
When I opened the door he ran under the bed
.
I tried to play with him a little bit after he would chase the feather on the wand (his favorite) but he was HATING me. every time I was a couple feet away he was running like Usain Bolt under the bed.
I gave him food, he ate it and now he seems more relax he's sleeping on my bed as I type that but wow what an adventure.
I hope you're laughing at my experience and that at least it's funny for others! haha
I still have a couple question, should I redo it regularly to get him used to it? (Is he ever gonna get used to it?) Because it was a crazy adventure. stressful for both of us. I hope he will calm down with time with this.
Is pooping a known sign of protest for cats overall and SV particularly?
What would you advice me for the next attempt?
Thanks for reading. (And laughing at me)