For the record, I have not had to towel a cat to clip their claws since my crazy black-and-white cat Pezza that I had in high school. He was a former stray and he was not what you’d call a people cat. It took me and my dad and a pair of gloves and a towel to clip his claws, and the vet was on high alert when he needed treatment.
That being said, when I clip claws in our house, Kylie and Tessie yowl, squirm, and try to bite me while Jake and Angel – yes, Angel – sit quietly while I clip and even seem to enjoy it.
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