Not Nice

It was not a nice morning today. Paula and Daniel decided to cut my claws. I know this is necessary sometimes, but I do not have to like it because of that. This is when I wish I would have inherited Dad's claws. They were naturally torn to stay on a nice level all the time. Perhaps my claws are stronger, but at least Dad did not have to have his claws cut nearly as often as the rest of us. That must have been nice for him.