Photo taken: November 9, 2017
Here is a rare photo in the countdown featuring me…. or at least, my arm. My arm, at least, before it gets viciously mauled by a deadly panther who is intent on stealing some attention away from me. Biskit is nowhere near as needy as Ody when it comes to wanting his fair share of abus…. er, attention… but when Biskit wants me to remember that there are actually two cats in this nest, he certainly knows how to make his presence felt. Way to put the aggressive in passive-aggressive, Biskit. If you just retract those claws for a moment and spare me my life, I just might give you a scritch or two…
Evil Squirrel's Nest 
the feline Freddie Krueger ;O))) Nightmare on squirrel street LOL
Yes, they are that sharp! And he blends in perfectly with the dark…
He looks like some sort of feline avenging angel of death. What did you do to him?
Apparently, he doesn’t like being the second banana…
Those claws are locked and loaded! We just took our lives in our hands yesterday (and risked loss of pints of blood and possibly a few limbs – OURS) by trimming Teddy’s nails. It wasn’t pretty but at least it’s done until the next time we feel like wrapping a 21 lb. cat in a bath towel like a burrito so we could trim his nails!
Pam
I used to be able to trim claws without too much fuss. At least once I had them pinned down. I got tired of trying to catch them, though… so they’re on their own with the claws now. Biskit seems to be fine with it…
I’d be fine with no trimming too if I didn’t have arms covered with bandaids all the time……..LOL
Now that’s what I call attention grabbing!
Attention…. as in immediate medical attention.
biskit…..dood !!!!!! awesum show oh diz play oh clawz !!! 🙂 ♥♥
I wish he would display them somewhere other than my arm…
Well, at least the sharks are eating YOUR swimmers. We’ve had a massive invasion of great white sharks this year and they keep trying to eat people. But we’re tough. We’re from New England, We just right back to swimming. But stay away from the seals.
The sharks would have to swim about 600 miles upstream to have a shot at anyone who’d dare to swim in the muddy Mississippi. I think there’s a better chance of being attacked by raw sewage…
Aren’t, not are (typos, typos)
He looks very determined!
He has a laser like focus the few minutes during each day when he wants to be recognized…